Compassion is hard folks.
" Some, if you ain't been through it, you can't imagine how it breaks your heart, tears it in shreds, bit by bit, night by night.
It's like you still a little child, screaming and sobbing at the top of your lungs from seeing the Devil and his wickedness all night long
and nobody never hears you, nor comes to comfort you.
And it goes on and on, not for just one night, but for a long long time.
If you don't think you have a choice, you don't have it.
And it gets to be this kind of sink-or-swim method of living.
It ain't a great way to go, but if you know no other way,
you just got to go ahead and do it.
And if you got to swim, and you ain't had lessons, you best pay attention.
I mean it, paying attention is the only way to make it, if that's where you are.....
And it wasn't nice, and it was sad, but it was what was.
I mean, if she wanted a home
and she was going to need one after all this
she had to make a home.
She had to learn to make it herself.
And not just a place to live, but a place to be.
A place in her heart she felt proud of and work she was happy to do.
I mean, she had a job, came home with a paycheck, but with a sad bitter heartache too...
But they's lots of ways to kill a person.
And shame is as deadly as dust."
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