What I need is faith. Faith as small as a mustard seed. Faith that can take me beyond what my eyes can see. Faith in myself, and faith in other. Faith to make me stong so i can move mountains, and break barriers. Faith that can make me strong so I can stand up and be proud. Proud of who I am, where I come from, and what made me who I am today. Faith to be free, and faith to belive.
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