I do remember something from my childhood...
I remember once I faked falling down the first flight of stairs at my grandmother's house, and just laid in there for a long time. I was around 10 years old.
No one came
No one noticed
I wonder... Was there when I finally understood that I was alone? That no one would ever help me, no matter how much I wanted to be helped.. ?
Today, in my mind, I'm again in that flight of stairs, but now I'm done faking...
And I'm done wanting to be helped...
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