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Yourself

I know who I am, But sometimes it makes me sad, To know that others are treated, In ways I cannot imagine. My number one goal, Is to help those I can. But I am an army of one, There is not much one can do alone. I want others to see, As clearly as anyone except me. Because everyone is their own person, And I never want to change Anyone’s individual self. I don’t think it’s right, To make someone change, Just to suit your needs. No one should be afraid To speak their mind. Or fear for a loved ones safety, If they don’t do what is “asked”. Everyone on this earth is equal, So why should anyone think That they are better No one is better Because of what they Have, look like, can do, or will do. Everyone has one thing they can do Better than the billions of people On this earth, And that is Being Yourself!
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dustin-glen-kohman
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Aug 25, 2011
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