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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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