At a Clinton press conference, I'm given the luxury of daydreaming, of being comfortable enough that he could find Peru on a map, say, that I don't have to hang on his every word, praying he won't fuck up.

As I lay here broke , you start to think why you weren’t good enough for the person you would of give the world too but they didn’t want you.

As readers, we have gone from learning a precious craft whose secret was held by a jealous few, to taking for granted a skin that has become subordinate to principles of mindless financial profit or mechanical efficiency, a skill for which governments care almost nothing.

True friendship can only be felt with the heart.

Written By Marcquiese Burrell

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