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Sep 2015
I have a voice. A voice that is trampled and ignored and beat down to oblivion. But this voice is healing. She is learning to speak and become her own person. A voice can only be silenced for so long before the truth begins to break free. I am a broken voice beginning to see a light.
Grace Fedo
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Grace Fedo  Boone, NC
(Boone, NC)   
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