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"You should never be afraid on following your dreams. Because

"You should never be afraid on following your dreams. Because if you do, you yourself are scaring them away."

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xXAGirlWithManyScarsXx*

posted December 19, 2014 at 9:01am UTC tagged with school, inspirational, advice, story, requests, status, quote

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