Survivor Diaries
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Última publicación mar, nov 28, 2017
This is for the survivors. The ones who fall a little behind, but always seem to catch up. The ones who get crushed by the weight of the world, but don't let it destroy them. Its for the soon-to-be survivors. The girl who only looks in the mirror in the morning, to convince herself she is not beautiful. The boy, who doesn't know his worth or value. This is for you. whoever you are. To know that you are not alone, even if that is all you feel. You're a survivor. enjoy the ride.
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