No help coming from that quarter
I know no one is coming to rescue me. To aid me. Even more, I know that I won't be able to accept help from new friends, having become so traumatized by the pain of my past life.
I know this. It's ok. I can fare-the-well alone from here, crippled and weak as I am. But so so full of love.
I know this. It's ok. I can fare-the-well alone from here, crippled and weak as I am. But so so full of love.
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