I sit here in the shallow hole I have made for myself..
wishing I had the shovel so I can undig myself...
screaming aloud wishing to be heard...
pulling my hair out I'm at wits end.....
then I see you come reaching your hand down to me to help....
I try to grasp on but the grip is slippery...
I hear your kind words of wisdom calling out to me....
but I'm still so afraid......
maybe one day I'll be OK...
but defiantly not today...
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