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I like quotes because sometimes I feel as though others can more eloquently describe my thoughts. I spend time scouring through every old poetry book looking for the right words, the perfect syllables, and the exact melody to suit my emotions. One day, I found the words “Smile, you’re beautiful!” Three words scrawled in vibrant pink and royal purple marker on an index card, carefully placed in the bottom left hand corner of an old binder with the plastic peeling up. Three gentle, encouraging words written in cursive by 15 year old me in a place I’d always see it. Dear self, how did you know I’d need those words nearly a decade later? Intelligence is earned but only those with sense enough to listen to the lessons of the past become grey with wisdom.



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