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I'm sending out distress signals. Smoke signals. Calls for help.
I ask for help...and then I shun what I get. But I think that's only because I never get the sort of help I crave. Never that right kind of reassurance and comfort. No.
At the moment I'd like nothing more than for someone to release the grip my hands have on my head, and to cradle it in their lap instead...and to whisper words of comfort and assurance that may mean nothing...but feel good anyway.
I'm waiting.
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I'm sending out distress signals. Smoke signals. Calls for help.
I ask for help...and then I shun what I get. But I think that's only because I never get the sort of help I crave. Never that right kind of reassurance and comfort. No.
At the moment I'd like nothing more than for someone to release the grip my hands have on my head, and to cradle it in their lap instead...and to whisper words of comfort and assurance that may mean nothing...but feel good anyway.
I'm waiting.
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