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By Vishal Date: 2002 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.14.08.25.24464]] |
| I don't call people for help. It's not because of the way I was raised, it's the way I was made. Someone I loved once said if I was drowning I would die silently fifty feet out from a public beach rather than yell for help. It's not a question of love or affection, I can give those and I can take them. I feel pain like anyone else, I need to touch and be touched. But if someone asks me are you all right, I cant answer no, I can't say help me. |