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This is me in my cheerleading outfit the sunday before nationals
(which we got third at)

These are my parents. Jill and Steve (mum and papa)

I stand in the light of life and watching it radiate hope and safety, but my safety
is gone. Alone I stand, a fate I expected, he too young to stay. My God, my hope, my image of life all a mystery to me. Cold
and weathered is my heart as the moon weeps tears of comfort for my lone dance before God.
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