// chapter 8//

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//caroline//

I touched his shoulder, and I felt the shudders from his cries of sorrow. I softly hummed “ Blackbird singing in the dead of night…. take these broken wings and learn to fly” I want to show him that people care. I want to see him smile, not a fake one but real. I want to hear his laughter light up the room; I want to help him find himself.  How could someone so fragile be ignored? There must be someone who cares.  He was clinging on for dear life, and luckily I am now here to help him fight.  I want to gather him in my arms and tell him its okay not to be okay. Sometimes the weakest ones have to be brave.  I want to show him the world. I want to show him how to love.  I need to help him, because he is dying inside. His soul is slowly caving in, and I will be the one saving him. I will glue the broken pieces back together, I will be here for this boy forever.

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