Doodler

Sometimes when we speak out we feel liberated... as if 'yes' we have been heard... But often we realize, it was but a small whisper in the wind, barely audiable above the sound of the breeze... If we stand together... maybe then it shall become a deafening roar... A roar that cannot be... ignored. Doodler

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