"Help me" she cried into the silence. But no one could hear her. No one ever chose to hear.
Her hands waved frantically into the darkness. But no one could see her. No one ever chose to see.
She grabbed on to the people nearest her. But no one could feel her. No one ever chose to feel.
The little girl is all alone. Just as she always has, she lives without another soul to listen to her thoughts or glance at her face or hold her hand. The silence and the darkness and the space less world close in upon her very being, crushing her mind as well as her body. She is all alone.
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