worse than any other. In the way
you can only admit
when dying;
because the shame
of the hurt is almost worse
than the pain. Admitting that you need
love, attention, consideration. That her missing
what you need
was the deepest cut
you've ever felt. Knowing
she didn't get it. Now
she does,
but she didn't. In that time you were inconsequential,
and died.
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