Listening
Your feelings are vaild,
she said as I tried to explain what was going on.
Ears were as opened as a door when the cold hits.
As we walk down the crowed hallway everything blurred out.
As if the only person that matter was me.
I had built up emotions about things I cound not understand.
But within those 3 mintues all of my thoughts were heard.
It was the wisedom and joy she brought that made me think everything will be okay.
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