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i felt very little tonight for the ones who were not by my side. i felt very little for the friend whose sole aim is to critisize. i felt very little for the enemy who lurks within familiar surroundings. i felt very little for old flames who never returned love to its fullness. i felt very little for academia, for thelove of knowledge, for the desire to change the world. i felt very little for the poet, and the poem. i felt very little for the stranded midnight, hurrying down the square under pouring rain, not knowing where i stand or whom i stand with.

i felt very little for everything, except for that loyal dylan song in my ear.