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Today my professor asked me why a piece I am working about is important to me. I said "you know...to understand why we do the things we do." He said "I don't beleive that for one fucking second--this is not about them, this is about you. Why do you want to carry all these people's angst? It's because it's you wanting to somehow have the power, for you to reconcile all of these things." I wanted to cry and to rejoice at the same time. It's been a while since I've felt like anyone could really see me.