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Deep in my mind I hear a sound. Someone calls to me telling me to go on. BUt yet they are out touch with my hands. I long to hear them clearly. I wish to touch them. But yet I know it is not possible. It is not time yet for them to be near me. But soon so very soon I will be able to see them. To get to know them again. And that day when it comes I can be my real self once more and not feel so out of place about it.