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And I went back there, alone, Only me and this note pad, But restless I was not, for I had my pencil To calm me. And even through the dark corners, Sleepy cobwebs, and squeaking creeps and quivers, I didn't shudder, I did not lose my steady breath, I was calmed, Collected, At ease with where I was. Voices rang inside me like the echo of thunder's cry, I kept their calls in mind when reliving the memories of old. My dreams were kept unclean, lost, faltered among. And now I find myself here, living amongst the ramblings of events long forgotten, their lessons reverberating a timely cost. My arrows were so on point before, but now

 One event in my life history that has shaped who I am is reading the book, Chicken Soup for the Soul. More specifically, the first chapter of the book, which all the stories are about love, and its importance in being ever-present in our everyday lives. If I could, I would rewrite word-for-word every one of the stories right here, but that would just take us off-track, and wouldn’t be very professional of me. So I’ll just elaborate on how and what the chapter did to change me to the very core of my being. I always had held love highly in my list of values and principals. It's not like my life was devoid of love before I'd read th