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Jun 2015
Young and naive is what they thought
as he was the boy who wouldn't talk

He silently listened to what they said and all he'd do was nod his head.

His gleaming eyes always wide awake;
the boy in the room with so much heartache

They often said he wouldn't succeed for he was different
weak with trembling knees;

But his inner strength, it truly showed the day he spoke out and let them know

He let then know that he was strong
He showed them all that they had been wrong  

Never again would they not believe that a boy so different could not achieve
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