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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tarek" data-source="post: 2039117" data-attributes="member: 263288"><p>Once, while I was walking down the street, wondering how I can get the world to notice my writing, an old man appeared out of a dark alley. He wore nothing but a tattered rag, and a strange pair of glasses. He approached me on his staff, and touched my hand. As if he spoke my mind in this moment he said, “Don’t worry boy, seeking attention is like seeking your shadow, the more you try to catch it, the more it flees. The only way to touch it is to fall on your face.” And he vanished back into the alley, leaving me with a strange feeling.</p></blockquote><p></p>