Upon Which I gaze, a beautiful young lady a far off. Lonely and full of tears all she needed, was a little attention, someone to tell her stories. while everyone's passing by minding their own business, her whole world's crumbles. I wonder... are we doing enough as a society? Do we live only for ourselves? What greater rewards would it be to give a person a reason to simply breathe? Pays attention to everyone not by what they wear but to the stories they whispers. By -Benoit A. Jean Charles

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