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There you are an almost stranger. Who am I to take your hand? What I give is almost nothing - but the heart to hear and understand. You tell me you've been beaten, stabbed with a machete, made some choices now regretted. Sparking eyes of azure blue show a spectrum of emotions, happiness, frustration, pain and sorrow, but, always love. Arisen from behind a dumpster, to living in a clean, safe house, your life in order, independent -- a miracle. Inspiring to me, and to everyone fortunate enough to know you. I would like to introduce you to a wider audience so that they too may take inspiration and see the miracle that is your love, that is you. Please, in friendship, take my hand.
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