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the world is one ****** up, crazy, beautiful place. we are all bipolar in our own minds and confused with our existance we make something of ourselves based on the lies we are fed everyday we judge everyone and EVERYTHING, because we are always comparing we are always ready to compare something to another thing and that is what makes us so ******* disgusting STOP. and ******* listen. listen to the steady beat of a child, and a rapidly chaotic beating of one on the brink of death listen to the racial slurs and gender specifications and ****** orientations we implement every day listen to the laughter and to the sobbing and to the screaming of a ‘happy’ home listen to the gunshots and tortured souls and heartbroken soldiers footsteps on foreign land ******* listen to the things which make human beings human women are not plastic and molded exactly the same to be sold in window displays at the mall soldiers are not heartless and unbreakable to the bone children who laugh are not always happy, naiive and carefree why do we always have to listen to the media or to our best friends or our families opinions? you have your own brain and heart use them, and stand up for yourself, for others, for the world because the world cannot heal by itself we need to act. now.
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Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
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the world is one ****** up, crazy, beautiful place. we are all bipolar in our own minds and confused with our existance we make something of ourselves based on the lies we are fed everyday we judge everyone and EVERYTHING, because we are always comparing we are always ready to compare something to another thing and that is what makes us so ******* disgusting STOP. and ******* listen. listen to the steady beat of a child, and a rapidly chaotic beating of one on the brink of death listen to the racial slurs and gender specifications and ****** orientations we implement every day listen to the laughter and to the sobbing and to the screaming of a ‘happy’ home listen to the gunshots and tortured souls and heartbroken soldiers footsteps on foreign land ******* listen to the things which make human beings human women are not plastic and molded exactly the same to be sold in window displays at the mall soldiers are not heartless and unbreakable to the bone children who laugh are not always happy, naiive and carefree why do we always have to listen to the media or to our best friends or our families opinions? you have your own brain and heart use them, and stand up for yourself, for others, for the world because the world cannot heal by itself we need to act. now.
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Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
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