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Every day we see them, passing by them without care. It comes as quite a shock to some, but trust me, they are there. They come in shapes and sizes just the same as you and me; their colors range from black to white and all the shades between. They're just like us in all respects; they've hopes and dreams and fears. They've been with us through spans of time, from young to old in years. Some of you may notice them but most go by unseen, and lest they let their secret out a person's all they'll be. But should they step beyond the veil they've hung to hide their truth, it's rarely welcomed with embrace, and often with dispute. It's a shame to see how some could treat a human being merely for the way they are, or even how they seem. Patronized for their beliefs, or preferences declared. Victims born of senseless crimes are left to reap despair. Stop the violence. Stop the hate before there's nothing left. Your ignorance gives wake to see them all to pointless death. Intolerance gives wake to war, of which we're on the brink. Love them all for who they are, and not for what you think.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
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Every day we see them, passing by them without care. It comes as quite a shock to some, but trust me, they are there. They come in shapes and sizes just the same as you and me; their colors range from black to white and all the shades between. They're just like us in all respects; they've hopes and dreams and fears. They've been with us through spans of time, from young to old in years. Some of you may notice them but most go by unseen, and lest they let their secret out a person's all they'll be. But should they step beyond the veil they've hung to hide their truth, it's rarely welcomed with embrace, and often with dispute. It's a shame to see how some could treat a human being merely for the way they are, or even how they seem. Patronized for their beliefs, or preferences declared. Victims born of senseless crimes are left to reap despair. Stop the violence. Stop the hate before there's nothing left. Your ignorance gives wake to see them all to pointless death. Intolerance gives wake to war, of which we're on the brink. Love them all for who they are, and not for what you think.
eli-nash
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
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