"They sat, blankly watching cartoons on TV. They were vacant, shells of what a child should be. There was no light in their eyes, no life left. Their light had been taken from them. These children…raped each night… seven, ten, fifteen times every night. They were so young. Thirteen, eleven… it was hard to tell. Sorrow covered their faces with nothingness.
Except one girl. One girl who wouldn’t watch the cartoons. Her number was 146. She was looking beyond the glass. She was staring out at us with a piercing gaze. There was still fight left in her eyes. There was still life left in this girl….
All of these emotions begin to wreck you. Break you. It is agony. It is aching. It is grief. It is sorrow." - https://love146.org/love-story/
Except one girl. One girl who wouldn’t watch the cartoons. Her number was 146. She was looking beyond the glass. She was staring out at us with a piercing gaze. There was still fight left in her eyes. There was still life left in this girl….
All of these emotions begin to wreck you. Break you. It is agony. It is aching. It is grief. It is sorrow." - https://love146.org/love-story/
Book - A Crazy Little Thing Called Love
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