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Embracing the Gift
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Ongoing, First published Oct 07, 2015
*Charitable Anthology* Being young is hard, especially with a rough home life. Not to mention if you have a special ability that sets you apart from others, leaving you feeling like an outsider, or the freak that no one understands. Living in the shadows doesn't have to last forever. Only you can change the road you're on, just look within yourself and accept who you are. Once you do, you will find your... Light in the Darkness.
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