That moment when on the train you stand by a young woman weeping quietly.
That moment when you feel her sadness and disappointment through her rolling tears knowing exactly what she is going through.
Those moments when you recognize her look through the blurriness of her experience searching for an understanding, wondering what has just happened, and how she could continue.
That moment when as your stop approaches, you hug her and tell her that you are sorry she is suffering and that you have just gone through it.
That moment when a smile forms on her face as she thanks you before rolling back into her abyss.
That is the moment when you feel some of your own tears have paid off and you get off the train.
That moment when you feel her sadness and disappointment through her rolling tears knowing exactly what she is going through.
Those moments when you recognize her look through the blurriness of her experience searching for an understanding, wondering what has just happened, and how she could continue.
That moment when as your stop approaches, you hug her and tell her that you are sorry she is suffering and that you have just gone through it.
That moment when a smile forms on her face as she thanks you before rolling back into her abyss.
That is the moment when you feel some of your own tears have paid off and you get off the train.
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