waiting for approval
here i sit cold and shaking yelling out " save me save me!"
my hands are frozen and hard.
my hands are red and barred.
"save you from what? ... yourself?"
now i sit red with anger and frustration
waiting for his acclamation...
something i never get.
but thats alright because, i look for the good in it.
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