The Boy with Emerald Eyes #Wattys2016
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"There are no great limits to growth because there is no limits of human intelligence, imagination and wonder." -Ronald Reagan.
"There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires." -Nelson Mandela.
I, Allie Joseph at Greenwood University, when things go wrong, it puts pressure around others. When you think you're going to marry your high school sweetheart, but in reality things change. And no guy can ever make you feel inferior without your consent. Emerald is the tranquilizer for a troubled mind. Green, being my favorite color, brings me harmony and freshness. It is also nature that we need to nourish, just like love.
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