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Tonight I humbly write
of the silhouette of the illiterate
and dead stars, tonight I write:
for the flickering hope
in this seemingly obscured path.
Tonight I speak.
With a loud and clear voice:
In behalf of the unheard and unsaid,
the blind and the deaf,
and those who chose to remain silent.
Tonight, I pray.
For the raging storm and lost souls,
to the wary and reserved,
I pray that we may one day learn
to love and heal together as one.
And tonight I am more than convinced
that my pen is significantly mighty;
however, tonight I humbly rest
and prepare for tomorrow's uncertainty.