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FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS

FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS

Following Your Dream
By Margie Aguilar
 
Your heart’s desire is to be the best you can be, to reach the top and become somebody. You might sing act or model even love the corporate place, your dream is to hit it big so people can know your face. You try social media for that’s the way to shine, Facebook Instagram Twitter Snapchat building your design. Showing who you are or who you want people to see, allowing people all over the world to explore who you can be. Put yourself out there do what you must, but how much of social media can you really trust. Simple pictures and videos turning into porn, girls showing their nakedness reputations being torn. It’s all about the likes or how many hearts you’re getting, what about your integrity what’s the reputation your setting. Controlled by the media; which direction would you take, following your dream at all cost but what’s really at stake. Don’t lose your identity for the sake of popularity, remember who you are be your own celebrity, know your worth and protect your identity. Love yourself and walk in your true destiny
 
 
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Poetma...

A lot of Great Points here...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Poetma

 Thank you for your feedback sparrowsong.. hugs back at ya ?

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