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The world is a scary and dangerous place. This is not a white, black, or brown thing. It does not matter the color of your face. We each have a battle that is growing. Yet we judge based on skin, and beliefs, Regions of birth, & those who are deceased. We are with holding ourselves from others, We are with holding ourselves from peace. Now we can fight & judge other's forever, The way we behave is a choice of our own. We can except all, & learn to live together, Or be stranded, fighting this battle alone.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
The Battle.
The world is a scary and dangerous place. This is not a white, black, or brown thing. It does not matter the color of your face. We each have a battle that is growing. Yet we judge based on skin, and beliefs, Regions of birth, & those who are deceased. We are with holding ourselves from others, We are with holding ourselves from peace. Now we can fight & judge other's forever, The way we behave is a choice of our own. We can except all, & learn to live together, Or be stranded, fighting this battle alone.
heather-rice
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
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