you walk into the orphanage, seeing kids filled with different emotions. but you’re going to fix one of these kids lives. You continue walking, until you see me. I’m sitting in the corner of the room, I’m holding a book, tears falling onto it. You glance around, seeing other kids whispering to each other, laughing. It makes you angry.. You stare at me, not sure what to say or do.
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