I need to to sleep with a bee, be cuddled and have my feet held.
I am completely broken over recent events. I never thought for one moment that anyone would think that I would want them just to take care of me.
In my poem, Who I am, my daughter has not deserted me. My Dad also died in my arms.
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However, I don’t know why Ebsworth pursued a relationship with me in the first place. I ugly and not attractive. If I’d completed my complaint against him for sexual assault, I’d never have fallen for him. I’m an idiot.
bees seem to have figured out the whole sleep thing…
If only we would stop killing them!