Date: March 21, 2011

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Somewhere in the Philippines, a girl cried.

She pleaded to be noticed for a long time. She’s not the type to open up easily. Her façade’s the jolly girl who can take anything. Nobody knew her pain. Nobody but herself.

Somewhere in Brazil, a girl cared.

She took the time to listen and weigh the right words to ( Read more... )