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Open Closets
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Complete, First published Aug 20, 2015
love is love. 
There are no differences. It's okay to love who ever you want, we are all people. This is a book full of support and love. I want to help you and make you smile because you are amazing. Nobody should go through this and I'm truly sorry but you are strong. And please remember you are not alone. A lot of people support you and fight for your rights. I want to show this to everyone who needs it, you are amazing, unique and beautiful even if you don't believe me it's true. In here you will find stories, experiences, tips and advise from people who went or still go through the same things. I want to show you with this that we can go through this together and help and support each other. I want you to find people who you can talk to and ask for advice and that you make new friends and not feel so alone anymore if you do. We are a comunity and I think we should all get together and help eachother
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