there's a boy. a boy that needs to be saved. he's romanian and only my age, and yet he's already dead. he's already sold himself. he lives on the streets with a group like himself. they've all sold themselves, but all they can do is laugh. and sniff paint thinner. he sniffed the paint thinner. i saw him. he sniffed because he needed it, needed to forget the cold, the hunger, the life. i saw him sniffing and getting the high, but i also saw his eyes. they were red with tears. he was crying. and i understood and i felt those tears. i can't even remember what he looks like. but i can remember those eyes, his eyes. and i was overwhelmed with despair, and the the need to do something. i want to save him. i need to save him.
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Submission Name: Lucky to be Alive?
