Lucky to be Alive?
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I was watching this show about all the horrors children face all around the world. children forced to be soldiers and kill each other in africa. children taken from different countries coming to america under the pretense that an education was waiting, when in reality they were used as sex slaves. and there was this one case about a boy in Romania. he and a group of street kids serve as prostitutes for this sick old man. it made me sick and i had to write about to get it out of my system.
Lucky to be Alive?
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. |
Submitted on 2004-07-30 22:21:04 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| hey..this one is great..i can feel the emotions in evry line...you portrayed the idea well...i'ts so sad though but good job! meh, jen | Posted on 2004-07-31 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ] | |
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