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the people that affect you the most are the people you don't even know...the feeling of having emotion for someone that doesn't even know your name is absolutely, indescribable...the feeling of the first time someone has ever truly needed you and not being able to do anything but watch...emotionally drowns you...even if you know that the person doesn't need your help anymore...its a feeling of failure that leads into a stage of depression and a feeling of uselessness... everytime you think back, the only thing you can do is cry...it's hard to talk about it because no one will ever know how hard and awful the fear is inside of you...you can't stop crying because you can't think of anything to make it stop...but there's a solution...see, you find out that you know the person...just indirectly...everyone in the world is connected...and you realize why you know the person...and in the end...it was you who really needed them...............................................
reaching out my hand i struggled to make out a face...a friendly grasp connects to mine with a bit of hope that everything will be ok...but inside...i knew everything would not be ok..."holy shit"...and a tremble runs up my arm...as I caress and inform this stranger to breathe slowly, theres the slightest hope that he can hear me...the earth stops and my heart drops...he doesn't let go of my hand...but instead...grips harder...his eyes roll to the back of his head and his body temperature drops...i feel no pain as he strangles my hand but instead hold on longer...his cry for help is louder than anything I've ever heard before...but it seemed like I was the only one that could hear him...the only one that cared...the only one that was cold...the only one that stepped up...the only one that was scared.
reaching out my hand i struggled to make out a face...a friendly grasp connects to mine with a bit of hope that everything will be ok...but inside...i knew everything would not be ok..."holy shit"...and a tremble runs up my arm...as I caress and inform this stranger to breathe slowly, theres the slightest hope that he can hear me...the earth stops and my heart drops...he doesn't let go of my hand...but instead...grips harder...his eyes roll to the back of his head and his body temperature drops...i feel no pain as he strangles my hand but instead hold on longer...his cry for help is louder than anything I've ever heard before...but it seemed like I was the only one that could hear him...the only one that cared...the only one that was cold...the only one that stepped up...the only one that was scared.