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Reliance

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KelaLewis-Morin

Published: Apr 25, 2012

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Reliance

How do I know where I stand?

                                               How do I know what I'm worth?

                                                                                                  How do I know what I am?


                                                          If you don't tell me.

Kela lewis-morin

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