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Today I whispered words in front of a group of people who may never hear me scream stories. I asked a boy to please read a book without ripping the pages, and to pretty please allow it to scare him enough to quit taking drugs. I believe that talking to him and showing him love will help. Atleast I hope so. Tonight I record my little sister's ballet class. I hope that they smile louder than the music. I hope that I see beautiful arms. And I know that if I dont, my teacher will quietly spit out the words 'arms, girls'. I'll probably smile either way.
I'll probably graduate this day understanding more than I did yesterday.