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Is it sad that sometimes, I want to be terribly injured to see if people care? Thinking while talking with friends on a balcony, wondering if I get pushed off accidentally, what would they feel? Think? Would there be fear in their eyes? Would they run down the stairs to see if I was alive? Would they panic and wonder what the world is going to be like without me? Or would they feel... nothing? Would they not even care? If I survived the fall and came back to them in a wheelchair, would they help me with my things? Would they stand by my side and help me navigate the crowds? Would they feel guilty and concerned? Would they worry? Or would they watch me alone. Struggling to get past people and desperately trying to hold onto my belongings. And walk away. Would they hide? Would they scorn? Would they care?
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Would they care?
Is it sad that sometimes, I want to be terribly injured to see if people care? Thinking while talking with friends on a balcony, wondering if I get pushed off accidentally, what would they feel? Think? Would there be fear in their eyes? Would they run down the stairs to see if I was alive? Would they panic and wonder what the world is going to be like without me? Or would they feel... nothing? Would they not even care? If I survived the fall and came back to them in a wheelchair, would they help me with my things? Would they stand by my side and help me navigate the crowds? Would they feel guilty and concerned? Would they worry? Or would they watch me alone. Struggling to get past people and desperately trying to hold onto my belongings. And walk away. Would they hide? Would they scorn? Would they care?
hannah-bauer
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
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