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Do not be afraid to shine.This world needs what you have to give.Open up the areas of your being;expose them to yourself - to others.You are valuable.You are unique.You have much to give.Do not be afraid to give it. As we risk ourselves, we grow.Each new experience is a risk:we can try, and maybe fail,and as a result, grow -or hold back and stagnate. You have the potential to be anything you want to be!You are free to choose.You are limited only by your fears.Let your dreams take over,fly with the eagles,soar into life,the world is waiting for you! Copyright 1987Fran Watson This poem was selected to be included the Motivational Poems at Words of Wisdom 4U. For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www.franwatson.ca
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