It wasn't about me or about what was happening to me, neither was it about how it was happening or what for my soul and neurological apparatus conspired within me. It was just about her. Tough it transcended me to know my pitiful life wasn't just it, it was more worthwhile. All that I had lost in the process of getting my basic education had come back and thank god at the right time because this was the time i had to decide that i'm not a clerk-able person, i'm an identity who creates emotions. i'm an artist.......
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