WORTH(LESS)
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Last published Mon, Nov 21, 2016
" I'm always called a loser, a freak, a nobody.
I just want to belong, to be loved, to be worth something. I was never accepted at school, at home, to myself. Until I meet them. I'm wanted, I belong, I'm loved! I'm still a freak, but in this family... we all are. Finally, for once in my life, I'm worth something." ~ Shadow Fallen
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