Why do I care so much? I mean about other people? I hate to talk to them, but when someone is hurt, I cannot turn a blind eye. I'm terrified to speak to most people, save a few. Yet I still cannot handle seeing someone else hurts. There are people like Neyaa who hate me, but it still pains me to watch her in pain. She barely speaks to me and when she does, her words are harsh and hateful. But it is not her words that hurt me more, not even her angry glares, but her degrading health. I wish there was something more I could do then set a tea down in front of her. But like most things in my life, I feel powerless. Then I go back to the, why do I care so much? People have never been there for me, or cared enough to listen to my silence. So why should I care to heal them or listen to the word filled rants? I suppose a few people have sought to know me beyond being quiet. Though most just wish to make me talk rather then try to understand that it isn't like I don't want to talk. So many times I wish I could just blurt out something, but I'm always held back. There is always the silence that stays with me, the long silence. Yet no one listens to the silence.
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