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By Amari L. Williams. If these words I feel could match with the words I think, I am for certain that they would read to you exactly how it feels when I take a chance and branch out. Maybe then you'd understand that while I may not always say it in the way I mean for it to be heard, I am willing to do so for eternity if for nothing more than to prove it you.

What am I rambling about is what keeps my going, the very thing that keeps us all connected. The one piece of evidence I offer to you proof.

The Power of Love as written, lived, and breathed...an excerpt from my daily values. The one thing on this earth that I could count on when I had nothing or no one else in this world to rely on.

I firmly believe that with the power of love, one can.

Every ever and ever every after from dreams to fairytales,
Thick as thieves, tight as knots, through the weeds, a rose born from a rock.

A, (What if I told you?) & B, (What if I showed you) conversation for example.
Would one view affixed to my cast cause an assembly in exclusive concert with my nothing more than my content.

My, love, is such: fulfilling, wonderful, and powerful.

Though I am not the creator, I establish nonetheless. These letters I write are nothing compared to the composition of their character significance.

To hope that you enjoy is an understatement...

For this my offering of pleasure as due per my penance for reveling in your conscious without prior warning, consent, or request.

-Disingenuously Foreword

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