Saving the Delinquents
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Last published Wed, Jul 9, 2014
I was scared... Scared of the things lying ahead, scared of the things following at my heels, just waiting for the chance to blow up in my face. But that has changed as I have grown up. Chasing the dreams of millions, takes more courage than I have ever had. If you were to classify me now I guess you could say I was a.... Rebel.
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