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There is so much that I could say to you.

Did you know that you have the power to change the world? A nation lies at your fingertips, pulsating with opinions and dissent and creations and life. You can feel that, right?

Of course you can. Of course you know what you have the power to do. Or the power you could have. That’s the game you’re playing, that you have to play, this game of power and one-upmanship and childish insults. You wouldn’t get anywhere if you didn’t.

Are you a good man? I mean, an honest-to-God revolutionary who practices what he preaches, and actually cares? If you were able to hear me right now, would you take my opinions into account? Would you hear out each and every one of us if you could? No man is perfect, but are you real?

You are our hope, you know that? You’ve created a motion that I hope you can ride. Millions upon millions wait for your next move. So many would go wherever you direct, would surge towards whatever goal you pointed them towards. You have simply to caress the pulse. It’s the butterfly effect, right? A word breathed from you could move mountains. You just have to give us the word.

Are you up for it? Can we trust you?

Can I trust you?

Because I am scared. This world is still new to me, and what we’re doing to it is pretty terrifying. I want someone to lead me whom I can trust. I just want to save everyone and I don’t know how. So…maybe you can help.

I want so badly to talk to you. What do you really think of our history, our lifestyles, of art and education and change, change, change?

Did you know that you were once right across the street from my school? Right there. I don’t know why, but I can’t get over it. Not a quarter of a mile away from me, you were standing and breathing your beautiful change. I wish I could have been there, so I could see if you believe it too. I wish I could push through the crowd. Not just the one there to see you speak, but the crowds of billions of Americans, and billions more watching from the wings. I wish I could shove my way through to the front, make you see me, talk to you.

Ask you if you’d do me a few favors, because I believe in change.

I pray to God you do too.

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