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By hma121 BRONZE
Clarkston, Michigan

I knew faith was strong, but what I didn’t know was that it could be this strong. In 2013, I went on a trip with my church to Pontiac. We stayed in Living Word church/ sch...
hma121 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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By Megan Kukieza BRONZE
Gibsonia, Pennsylvania
Megan Kukieza BRONZE, Gibsonia, Pennsylvania
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By LatteMonster SILVER
Durham, New Hampshire
LatteMonster SILVER, Durham, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;I can sum up everything I have learned about life in three words: It goes on.&quot;<br /> -Robert Frost

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By BlueBirdSunFire BRONZE
Davisburg, Michigan
BlueBirdSunFire BRONZE, Davisburg, Michigan
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By arsheenyounus BRONZE
Jubail, Other
arsheenyounus BRONZE, Jubail, Other
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By r_rooks BRONZE
Clarkston, Michigan
r_rooks BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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Julia Peksa BRONZE, Cedarburg, Wisconsin
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By Layla_Hurst BRONZE
St.Louis, Missouri
Layla_Hurst BRONZE, St.Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;A day without laughter is a day wasted.&quot; -Charlie Chaplin

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By samithepooh821 BRONZE
Berkeley Heights, New Jersey
samithepooh821 BRONZE, Berkeley Heights, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It&#039;s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.&quot; - Taylor Swift

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By Michaels_Girl BRONZE
Tustin, Michigan
Michaels_Girl BRONZE, Tustin, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;I hate this feeling. Like I&#039;m here, but I&#039;m not. Like someone cares. But they don&#039;t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. I consider the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bone of wilderness saffolding my heart. Just a stone&#039;s throw away.&quot;