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I honestly couldn't tell you when I knew I was different. Thinking about it I never consciously decided I was different I just subconsciously knew that I could do things others couldn't. I have an ability. This ability makes me more powerful than any Politician, more deadly than any weapon, and of course more influential than anyone has ever been. What is my ability? Some of you may have already guessed, others may be surprised by the nature of the talent. I have the power to persuade anyone to do anything I want them to. How? Well every time I need to persuade someone to do something my vision blurs as if my eyes are swimming with tears. This lasts only a second but always comes as a shock. As quickly as the blurring of my vision comes it goes and I am left with a completely different view of the world. Instead of seeing people I see souls. I see people's hopes and dreams likes and dislikes and even without consciously thinking words form in my head that will persuade them to do what I want. The strange thing is I don't have to come up with any compelling arguments. Merely empathising with people is sufficient, after that they will do anything I ask. You may think I was lucky to get this gift. Your wrong, lucky is an understatement. All through my life people have left and abandoned me, you see the limitation of my power is I can only affect people I can meet. I also have no control over any family member. Due to these limitations I was abandoned by my parents at the age of five. Without my ability I would have been shoved from one foster family to another however my foster parents became devoted to me, with a little persuasion. I was also given a scholarship into a top private school. My gift allowed to me to ...

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