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Apr 2016
She was an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She was sent for me to open my eyes, to help me see how the world does not revolve around me.
She was crying for help, and I lent her a helping hand, even if I wasn't sure how to help.
He was going to beat her up.
I just knew that wasn't right.
"I just want to die."* she said as she burst into tears.
I choked. I couldn't think of anything to say.
How do you reply to that?
With my hand on her shoulder I told her she didn't want to die, trying to imply that there is much that's worth staying alive for.
She made me realize there is much that's worth staying alive for.
I wish I could've done more for her.
I wish I could've stayed. Maybe buy her a cup of coffee, and keep talking.
I want to know what was on her mind, what was going on in her life, why she wanted to die.
I wanted to be sure she would be fine.
She said I didn't know how much I had helped her that day, turned around and left.
*I still wonder if she's ok.
Krusty Aranda
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