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I remember when we all sat around in that circle, listening and watching, then...I remember the older gentleman that came several times and never again, who said he never got letters or heard from friends. It was because he'd never reached out to them. I remember the woman who cried for her cats. When one of them died, she said she'd never be the same and she'd never come back. Her weak exterior had cracked. I remember the father who wept whenever the spotlight wasn't his. He had lived, but he had nothing to gain and nothing to give. He'd go on forever if you'd let him. And I thought, "I don't want to be like them!" I want to always be surrounded by friends. I want to say it was worth it, then, I'll sleep peacefully in the dark when it ends. I want to grow and I want to set free. I want to create the love that I see. I want to know and I want to be, everything, anything that's in me.
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