once you start to care about the world, there's no going back.
some people don't seem to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. I can cry just reading a news article.
sometimes I forget where I am and what I am doing.
I think that's one of the problems with America- we so easily forget that there is a world out there.
and then I remember and my heart cracks into pieces- but there is always hope. It might be a miniscule piece. But it is there.
The people who are helping, even if they are shut down. Even if they aren't known about, even if they'll never even be able to help one person, the people who have chosen the right way, there is always hope.
(mostly a reminder for me. for the next time I remember where I am and the responsibility and my heart smashes.)
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