Maybe you didnt belong to a group or clique, maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe they were wrong. Why else would you still be here? We learned to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them. We stem from roots planted in the beliefs that we are not what we were called. We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on some highway, and if in some way we are, dont worry, we only got out to stop and get gas. We are graduating members from the class of We Made It.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 02:03:32 +0000
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