All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

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There are people who live among us and they are a cancer. They are dead inside and they want us to be dead inside. If they choose you, fight. Wake up. Do what you can to help those just starting their battle. Don't beat yourself up if they are not ready. Be there for them when they are. The dark is cunning. It splits the light. But not for long. Stand up for them as you wish someone had done for you. Don't leave them behind or see them as your enemy. If there is no love, no empathy, then what are we? Them? Love yourself, yes. Make yourself strong. But don't forget what sets us apart from the soulless, our ability to connect with others like us. They have the gift of darkness, but we can see in the dark. Light seeks the light. Every man for himself is their motto. Not ours.

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