Nobody Listens Because Nobody Cares.

Nobody Listens Because Nobody Cares.

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Sometimes the things that you see are so horrifically unbelievable, you don't even know how to describe that awful burning feeling inside you. As you try to explain to people what you saw that was so unbelievable, they listen for a brief moment, and go back to the theory that they think happened. You know that there theory is wrong and you try over and over again to tell them, but they don't listen. You see, when your just a "kid" nobody really, believes you. When your just a 17 year old like me, that's still not old enough to be out of the kid zone, and into adulthood. I wish the police would have just given me a chance to actually tell them what I saw, what I knew, and what I heard. But then again, nobody listens, because nobody cares.
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