What would I do without the people around me? I could not survive alone in the wild. Not many would, and that is what makes us— the willingness of the strong to hold up the weak; the desire to tend to the sick, and for the Voiceless, to Speak. I am not lost. I am loved. I am loved. I am not a burden. I am not a burden. I am Human: a being who can take without giving. For as one hand holds me up here, There, I birth a child or wipe a tear. See, life is not a transac

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