Something about being talked down to in a sympathetic tone,
I just can’t deal with.
It cuts a whole in me.
Deep.
Cold.
Hollow.
I am like an empty cave with an end that never comes.
I wander nervously through this cave within myself, uneasy
and fragile, desperately trying not to wake anything hiding away in the
corners.
I feel small.
Incapable.
Worthless.
Like a child... in the needy sort of way.
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