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by tender69 Mar 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
The boy came into the room explained why he was there to raise money for children that no one for them would care i rose to my feet my wallet open and ready look to my left others look unsteady i pulled out some paper as much as i had there I'd hoped it would help those children that i felt so dear the boy looked amazed at this generous little girl of whom he never knew that gave all that she could and i felt a little pang as classmates called parts of a whole i only wanted to help no rich nor poor hoax a dagger through my heart that made blood run fresh quenched my thirst for pain of those I'd never met ~a friend at wits end