All of Us

All of Us

Not heard. Not seen. Invisible. If they call for help, to have someone to talk to, the phone rings continuously. No one picks up. The pain strangles the soul. It does not let go of it. They—the persons going through emotional pain—shake their heads. It can’t be happening. It is not real. But it is. It is only too real. They go on, just one more day. They take another step. Maybe something will be better tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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