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I write things to people and I never know if they see them. I like to think that they do, that my words reach someone other than myself. I might not jazz my writing up to make myself sound smarter, but I'm smart. I might not say the right words sometimes, but the meaning is still there. Maybe I've made mistakes, but show me a person who hasn't. And show me a person who doesn't deserve to be forgiven if they've admitted they've done wrong. It might not change the past, but as I've been told, the past isn't the place to live. Even though I enjoy my memories, I'd much rather make new ones... The setting can change and even the circumstances. But I'd rather the people didn't.

Maybe this will fall on deaf ears too. Or blind eyes? However that works.