Bio: 

He was there. So were you, maybe by coincidence, maybe not, that's up 
to you to decide. But he was there, regardless. And he took each of 
them and wrapped them up in his little plastic bags, one by one, like 
he couldn't even know what was happening inside their hearts and souls 
(which did exist, let me assure you). But you knew. You felt the 
torture that they were experiencing, however minute it was in the big 
picture, the pain engulfed the world to them, and meant the world to 
you. And you just stood there, doing nothing, frozen in time like a 
deer staring into the headlights of a car. You did nothing when you 
could have done everything, and now it's just too late for them, and 
too late for you, and this only served to feed the twisted silence 
that exists between you and the rest of the world. You were born alone, 
and at this rate, you're going to die alone too. Change... please 
change. 

...for me?