Have Courage & Be Kind
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Last published Sun, Oct 4, 2015
Everyone has a story. It explains someone's life or who you are, what you've been through. Everyone also has something to say to the world. There are facts that people have about themselves, secrets. Well, this is my story. And this is what I want to say to the world.
Have Courage & Be Kind.
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