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To be heard is to be Waldo, found at last To be heard is to be the smallest person in any given room with the most passion of any given person
I'm feeling high tonight. Not sure what it's from Could it be these pills? Maybe these cheap thrills. I can't be sure. Where's my waldo? Is he in my dream? My friends, I don't know.
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.