The poem starts out slowly, gradually building power in sync with your heart's pounding.
Many of us are lucky to live in such sheltered environments, in places where we think we know what pain is, but really don't. Yet we are unlucky to believe we can actually empathize with those who struggle when we have no clue.
Words are good, and also neat and fun. Snobs are not good. So let's have fun with fun words that are nice, and be nice to fun kids who make the words that are good.
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