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It's not easy to live in the shadows of people who never seek to truly see you in your own light.Perhaps if they did your shadow would over shadow them all.So in essence they are afraid of being small but you simply choose to not stand tall.You choose to give ear to words of needs.You give of yourself for the sake of those who have nothing to give.Yes your light may seem minor in the eyes of sleeping people.But it is a beacon that lights the way for countless wanderers that seek.Until they are ready only a few will eventually seek to know you.When ever they truly do just smile and watch now as they now begin to do that which you do.
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