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for other deviants. We need YOUR help!
Thanks for understanding 
So for the next few days, I want to send a thank you back to you all... I originally planned to do this during Valentines Day, but other stuff got planned then... So let's do it now 
(Yes there's a lot more then 33, but that's all I can do for now...)
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Today's Feature was selected by the following deviants:
!Sianco, =MissEmeraldEyes, `SanguineEpitaph, and `TimberClipse
BodhisattvaLet my feet find their footing;
Let my breath find its resting-place;
Let my mind rise above itself
To lead all beings to happiness.
A Poem For SomeoneA time not long ago,
we were kids.
Not so different from one another.
You sat across from me
the first day of school.
Do you remember?
Hands crossed
All prim and proper.
Ready for the future.
I could have been a boy
Or a girl.
Nobody cared.
But you
treated me kindly, all the same.
Even after the fight
when you brought me my books.
And I hated you.
Now here we are
In the summer of our youth
Where roses grow wild
And anything we want
Can come true with a wish.
And I love you.
Love you as only a friend could.
Care about you as only a parent could.
Laugh with you as only a peer could.
Cry with you as only a cherished co
Ellisa's Closet In Ellisa's closet, there was a portal to another world.
She had known this ever since she was six, when she had picked up a pair of boots and discovered a tiny purple duckling trapped in one of them. She was old enough to know that purple ducks didn't exist and even if they did, there was a very small chance of them finding their way into a closet on the second floor of a house in the middle of the city. So Ellisa did what any logical six-year-old would do. She placed the little bird on the closet floor and closed the door. When she opened it again a few minutes later, the duckling
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I am not my illness. I am not my illness.
Keira, 16
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed – I will be stronger for this battle – but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
Mark, 23
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schiz
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Day 30
And there are so many other amazing features here as well; it's a wonderful selection!
This means so much to me to be displayed alongside so many other great artworks!
Keep it up!
I'll have that list for you soon.