Default Title - Write Your Own

Default Title - Write Your Own

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She sung with so much passion, you could see it in her eyes.. The hope, the desperation, the need to be seen, the need to be heard. She had big dreams...yet I was still figuring out mine..
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Her hand softly gripping mine and soft brown eyes staring undividedly at me. Both pleading for me not to leave.

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