YOU EITHER ARE, UR YOUR NOT !!!
Words are nothing but empty symbols whose power can only exist if YOU give THEM power. There is nothing you could say (type) to me that would offend me,(try it) for one thing if its true then I'll agree with, and if its not then I'll just let it go. If someone calls you stupid why would you get upset, you either are stupid and they are talking the truth or your not stupid, and you only get upset because you believe you are stupid. If some one says your white/black and you are white/black then just say hey thanks for noticing, if you get upset its because you think that its a bad thing to be white/black, and people that say it are already SCARED of you so why would you care, and if someone insults your family, who cares its either true or its not, if its not true why would YOU care, unless you thought it was true, and if its not true than that person is just trying to hurt YOU, and they can only hurt you if you let them, WHY DO YOU LET PEOPLE HURT YOU???
GO ON TRY IT I DARE YOU!!!:)
LOVE IS ALL WE NEED, CONCENTRATION AND ENERGY ALL WE HAVE.............MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE HEALED AND HEALTHY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE FREE FROM HARM AND SUFFERING, MAY ALL BEINGS BE AWAKENED AND LIBERATED, MAY ALL BEINGS ENJOY INNER PEACE AND EASE, MAY THERE BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD AND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.............MAN IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, ONLY THROUGH THE MIND CAN EVIL SURVIVE.............
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