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There is no end in us

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Emotionally vacant.

These days, thats all I’ve been. Empty, hollow,dispirited…emotionally vacant. A living body, with a dead soul. It’s almost surreal how I live on a day to day basis feeling nothing. Sometimes I feel like it doesn’t even matter anymore if I died tomorrow.
They say people die twice. Once, when they are physically gone and twice when they are forgotten. If that is so, then I guess its okay if I die soon. I’ve already begun to fade away into the background of the past anyways.

Filed under Empty Hollow Dead

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Bulgaria's Abandoned Children (Full length)

An insight into the lack of treatment and care unwanted Bulgarian children get in care homes. A truly harrowing and emotional experience. (This facility was …

This makes my sick in the stomach and my heart swell. I feel so angry, confused, disgusted, frustrated but most of all, I feel painfully helpless as I am forced to just watch on; a bystander to such senseless inhumanity. I wish I can do more to stop these…things from happening around the world. I just can’t take shit like this anymore. I just can’t.

Filed under inhumanity cruelty why

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conflictingheart:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost most of his hearing in the second world war, has traveled 25 kilometers every day for decades from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia - a trip he made by foot until recently - where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.

here is an article on the man
here is the video  

(via rahziah)

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