The boy sat there, bawling his eyes out and wiping his tears away.

  I stood still waiting for something to happen, but he just kept crying.

  In such a dire situation the child was left alone, being fed to the wolves.

  It reminded me of myself when I was younger... Maybe even now; which is why I felt a gut wrenching, heart twisting feeling that encompassed my entire soul.

  It wasn't just his situation, but he looked similar to myself as well.

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  I don't know his circumstances, but at such a young age I felt that the boy had experienced a lifetimes worth of pain.

  What would happen if I left this boy alone?

  I wondered as I stared at the child's slightly deformed body.

  His unfortunate frame will cause misfortune and unnecessary self-tyranny, and in the case that he grows up, he could take a few routes in life, most of which lead down a miserable life, and one of which all living things leads to.

  Still, I couldn't let that happen. I wanted to help this boy at least get a taste of a little bit of life. I couldn't just leave him alone.

  I don't know where I was, I don't know what was happening, but I knew that one thing was clear, that once I had laid my eyes on a dejected kin, I felt my soul stir and spiral into the depths, entering the void of my heart.

  So I reached out to him, and he looked up at me.

  'It's alright buddy... You'll be fine.'