What would it be like to be a member of the world without ever being a part of it. Thinking back to how the world treated the mentally challenged is heartbreaking. They were locked in white rooms and told how stupid they were. They weren't given the opportunity to be anything but the label that they were identified as. They weren't able to grow, to care, to live. Since they weren't going to be "normal" they were treated as a mistake, they were treated as if they had nothing they could possibly live for. Very seldom did they have good things to enjoy. A present from a friend, a smile from a stranger, a walk through the park. The life that was created for them was one of sorrow, was one with few positive encounters, few happy memories, and even fewer reasons to live.
Yet they kept on living, they kept on being... without ever truly being there. They had to find happiness in fleeting moments that were never their own. They had to relive memories that didn't happen to them. They had to create a world on the inside that was so much better than the one that didn't care about them out here. They were lost in our world as they learned to live in their own.
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