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‘and I think the worst thing,’ she cried, 'is that no one actually knows we are breaking. they know that we are helpless, possibly hopeless, people of numerous ages with numerous back stories, tales of tragedy and torture. yet no one turns. no one turns their head, scanning, looking assertive to check to see if we’re alright. because they don’t really care,
they care once you are dead. or maybe,’ she looked up at me with her golden eyes, 'that is just the tragic tale that my head has ordered me to feel.’