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I wish my words were real. Make my sounds into statues; make them into buildings. Make my mumbles into laws; make them into countries. I could help; I could hurt. My intentions are of the best; that is why you asked me. I stand before crowds of emptiness hoping I can bring them trust: trust in their lives; trust in their surroundings; trust in themselves. We are all beating hearts; we can all beat hearts. So, take my hand; take my advice. All anyone needs is a kind word; all everyone needs is a smile. Let them trust in you.
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Jul 3, 2011
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