Be brave, my dear
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Last published Mon, Jan 25, 2016
Dear, if you ever feel down read this, ok? I'm writting this to you. YOU, yes, YOU! Why? I'm writting this to you because if you feel down, I want you to know you're important and beautiful. And I care about you. You are amazing and you deserve to be happy.
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