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I am who I am because I learned how to help myself. I realized waiting for someone to save me wasn't going to happen. To truly get better, you have to accept help from others and from yourself.
Be brave. Be courageous. Be outgoing.
Be a hero. For yourself, and others.
Submitted:Mar 16, 2011 Reads: 47 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
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