Dear Prospects

Dear Prospects

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"I cried about the minutes I was losing to this hell, a handful of meaningless but ever-so important minutes I would never get back. Then I tried to screech for help. Just screeching, even rambling, because I couldn't get a word out. I was sobbing as loud as I could to call for anyone, just anyone, who could be there somehow. I thought Isidor would come, and he did! But he did nothing."
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Everyone I've ever loved or cared about left. For the longest time, I had nobody. No one was there when I cried; No one was there when I was sick; No one was there when I needed help; Most importantly, no one was there when the incident happened.

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