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The Passionate Pursuit of Purpose

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Tears cascaded down her heat-flushed face. She felt her throat constrict as her tummy did backflips. She tried to repeat the mantra over and over again, stuttering as she spoke softly to the silent room: “It doesn’t matter what they call me, it only matters what I answer to.” “No one can make me feel inferior without my consent” “I will not let the world tell me who I am.”   Yet all she could think about were her aunt’s parting words: “You will never amount to anything." "I wish I had never wasted my money on you." "What are you even doing...

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