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Maybe I am one of a kind, probably not, I'm not special, I'm not an important person, I am just another statistic of people who get life-changing news everyday. I'm the person who just sits there and kind of just spaces out. I don't listen to what the person who has given me the news is actually saying, it's just white noise for me as my hearing blocks it out and all I hear is high-pitched busing noise in my ears. I don't react to it either. Right now, I am just looking at my mother's face, she's talking to the man who'd given me the news with such passion. Like there's a cure for me. She already has plans from plan A to plan Z. Right now, I'm just remembering all the great times we laughed together, every time she was there for me to pick me up off my feet.
Just Another Statistic
