THE BITTER TEARS OF SHAME AND MISERY
ARE SHED ALONE.
NO ONE CARES IF I CRY FOREVER-
I'M JUST ME.
THE HURT I FEEL DEEP INSIDE IS OF
LITTLE CONSEQUENCE.
SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS BIGGER AND BETTER
THAN I
IS HURTING, AND SO I AM DESERTED.
FOR WHO CARED
ABOUT THE DESPAIR I FEEL?
I AM
SO VERY SMALL AND YOUNG.
HOW CAN I
BUT A BABE, FEEL HURT.
I'M YOUNG.
BUT BELIEVE ME, I DO UNDERSTAND.
PLEASE SEE THAT
I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME AND CONFORT ME.
PLEASE, HELP!
I'M NOT IMPORTANT, BUT I LOVE YOU.
PLEASE LOVE ME ENOUGH TO HELP ME.
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