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Oct 2013
i didn't ask
Before
When i was afraid, i never asked
For help
i didn't want to be
A bother to Anyone
Even if i was afraid i might hurt myself again

i tried, for once
To cry out to Someone
To beg a moment of Their time
To just please comfort me
Because i never learned how to do it
For myself

i know He was tired
Enveloped by His own thoughts
And desires and memories that flicker into the consciousness
But i almost felt like He should know by now
He should know me

i feel like the slugs in the night
Around the chicken coop
Nobody knew i was there
Until i was
And then They did not know what to do.
Alice Julia Miller
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Alice Julia Miller
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   SE Reimer
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