Dear Demi Lovato...
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A letter I wrote to Demi Lovato about how much she helped me through my tough days. How she helped me to Stay Strong and keep Staying Strong.
The letter is about how Demi Lovato has helped me go through self-esteem issues, bullying and overcome my fear.
I'm posting this on here because I think that it would be able to help some people get through some tough shit in their life.
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