I kept telling you, I am scared of the tunnel; don't push me in; I won't make it. I am not brave enough to find my way out. Its dark and suffocating here. I feel helpless. I wish I could break myself free and get out of here, but the entrance is closed. I was a free spirit, in the light. I did not want to get attached, cause I knew I had to face the tunnel.
Don't let me die in here. You can stretch your hand and pull me out. Will you?