I knew well, that girl,
That wept on already tear stained cheeks,
The girl that cringed at the sound of a voice
And cowered not to be discovered.
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What is the cost for not just being lost but to know that nobody cares to find you. What a deep sea of isolation, living underwater, forever drowning, sinking deeper. A shared experience, a lifeline to others made from the fabric of compassion and personal despair. Such a price to pay to be worthy of extending a helping hand and heart to someone not in need of experts but the true grasp of a survivor who knows the pain too well.
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What is the cost for not just being lost but to know that nobody cares to find you. What a deep sea of isolation, living underwater, forever drowning, sinking deeper. A shared experience, a lifeline to others made from the fabric of compassion and personal despair. Such a price to pay to be worthy of extending a helping hand and heart to someone not in need of experts but the true grasp of a survivor who knows the pain too well.