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it felt as though his words danced in my ear his wit sparked interest and showed no fear always in awe, i would listen without doubt that my own thoughts soon would sprout every moment a new subject would brighten
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson. I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction. I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained, I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.