**She had magic in her eyes. Dirty, dark, beautiful magic. She had this weird habit of always being authentic, she was built different. She was a black storm, a loud, chaotic, influential storm, she could never go unnoticed. She was never made to be an echo in life after all. 

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"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass but about learning to dance in the rain."
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That girl you called fat has anexoria

That boy you called dumb has dyslexia

That boy you called weak for crying...his mom is dying

That boy you've been bullying commited suicide

That girl you've been bullying is abused enough at home