To the helpless baby left in her crib, crying for help.
To the little boy who spent hours coloring a picture for
daddy, only for it to be thrown away.
To the one who tries to make a friend and is returned by
being ignored and mistreated. Now they’ll never try again.
To the one walking down the hall screaming inside for
someone to JUST PLEASE NOTICE ME.
To the hopeless son praying to God to simply be heard.
To the lonely daughter repeating the same demeaning words
to herself. Because that’s how many times they were spoken to her.
To the one sitting alone.
To the one pretending to text.
To the one you keep walking past.
TO THE ONE.
To the one who needs a moment.
Just one deserving moment, to be noticed.
And to never again forgetting to BE AWARE.
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To the one pretending to text.
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