I need you to get me.
I need you to get me because I don't get me.
What am I even searching for?
Do you know?
Of course, you don't.
And, why should you?
Because you aren't going to save me, and no one is.
Not even me.
I have to sit here with this, imploding on my stomach, weighing me down.
And I can't do anything.
Because I am scared.
Believing you need to be punished is one thing, doing it another.
Wouldn't it be easy if you could do it for me?
But again, why would you? Or more so, why should you?
Because I'm the only one that believes this, the only one that has this torment in my head.
And it's about to explode.
Don't bother walking carefully, it is already ticking over.
A time bomb.
And I don't even know how much time is left.
Maybe we will find out when it goes off.
Together no more.
And you won't need to get me anymore.
Nor will I.
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