the eldest of them had all of their trust in me; they looked to me for many things- they always expressed that i was their favorite person, among other praises and trust they had in me. for a brief period of time i was distant, miserable. i was distant to them as well. they felt isolated, like they didnt get enough attention, and thats why they started to cut themself. i saw the wounds first hand and STILL i said nothing. WHY? for what? what did i fear?

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