Help
Why didn't I help? Why should I? It's not like there wasn't a lot of other people around who could've helped. And besides, don't we have police and stuff for that sort of thing? Why should I risk my life and my wallet to help a grown man. Besides, it was the subway. Everyone who rides the subway is either a degenerate or a freak. Except me, of course. And maybe a few others. I don't want to be a vigilante. Besides, I might even get arrested.
And anyway, it's not like he wouldn've stopped to help me.
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Black Days
 Lost
Despair
What It Means When God Says, "No Comment"
Failure
I Broke The Mirror
Orion's Belt
Black Days
Desperation
The Things I Can't Remember
The Sounds of Emptiness
Lonely Shadows
A Plague of Innocence
Streetlife
13 Days 'Til December
Free Again
The Children
Desperate Seasons
Roadmap
Napoleon's Cruise Ship
Bent Corners
The Little Stuff
Lifeblood
Chains
Velocity
The 7 Degrees of Death
Colour
When We Were Younger
Speculation and Demise
To My Love
Solar Journey
Message
1967
Soon
Gift and Pages
Water
Fire
Human Apology
Stone
Burden
Out Loud
Wishmaker
Greyhound
The Muse
Help
Machine
Ink Blots
The Tragic Muse
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