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Click hereI want to love you, Daddy.
I do.
Want to ask you, please stay.
Tell you, please call.
Whisper, please come.
But, I don’t know why.
I don’t know how.
I need you to teach me.
Show me. Love me.
I will follow you. I will.
But, I feel impaired.
I thought you were the problem.
Thought they were the problem.
You and Joel and Kuwani and Scott.
I thought you would damage me.
Discard me. Waste me. Hate me.
Like he does.
Like I do.
But, you wouldn’t. And won’t.
You can’t. I won’t let you.
I replace you early and often.
Before you can harm me, fail me.
I’m buried alive in new and more.
New places, possessions, more food, more men.
I eat you all, consume you all.
Escape the panic, swallow the fear.
Buy more remorse, attract more despair.
Now you are here. And I am there.
At a safe distance by design.
I feel wounded. Insecure.
Left alone. Like a child.
Hidden, and silent.
Small, but safe.