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“When well-intentioned people come up to me and say 'I can't imagine what you've been through!' I simply say, 'Try. We're all going through something, we're all carrying something, and the gulf that separates us from one another is bridgeable through empathy. Empathy is a tool of the imagination. You may not have lived someone else's worst moment, but you've lived your own.”

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Amanda Knox
Amanda Knox

Amanda Knox, born on July 9, 1987, in Seattle, Washington, is a renowned cultural critic and writer. She has gained widespread recognition in the fields of literature and art with her unique perspective and profound insights. more

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