God Girl
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Complete Fri, Aug 17, 201215m
Being a christian is hard. Being a teenager and a christian is even harder. It seems as if a big spot light is on you everyday at school and in the neighboorhood. Especially where I live doing good things and living for Jesus Christ is weird and not normal. But what people dont get is living for Jesus is the best life you could ever have and there is nothing better.
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