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definition.

It seems as if the things you call us are who we truly are.

But that's not true.

We aren't just the failures.

Or the dropouts.

We aren't ruining society.

Society is ruining us.

It makes us believe that we're never good enough.

Or small enough.

Or pretty enough.

But the things they say don't define us.

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May 24, 2013
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