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Change

posted by dsgt5

Why is it that people are seperating us by race why can't we all just live on this planet together, God wanted all of us happy, why should we be judged by our color, do we not all have a body, we are all the same, We were put on this planet to Любовь eachother, not to hate one another, why is it that just because one of us is darker we get trown on the grown like we are worthless, we all have talents and great abilities, we should be treated equaly, we all are different shades but does that mean we should spit in someone's face because of it, it affects us deeply when we don't feel welcomed on this earth, so why can't we just Любовь one another and be happy, not only will this make us smile but It will make our Lord smile to see such change, and that's what we all want right, change.

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G.A.B ch.1

posted by kk99aa

Just in case Ты want to know,here's how the club
started.It was an awsome spring day.I was walking in the hallways and i heard a cry for help.My weird instinct took over and i found myself rushing toward the cry for help.Without thinking,i rushed and grabbed the bully's трусы, кальсоны and swung him around and then he landed on the floor and got knocked unconcious.The others followed my lead and ran head-first into the bullies butts,and when the teachers came in to the hallways,we ran for it.And that's how it all got started.

(sorry its short, i did this on short notice)

(ps the Далее chapter is like introductions and whatever just so Ты know)

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A piece of my story What do Ты think?

posted by misscrazel

I stood in the small shelter outside of the preschool. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here. There are children playing all around me, but I’m alone.
I arrived at my house. It’s large and made of stone. I could hear children crying as they are scolded. I walked up the stone steps and opened the large doors. I go up to my room. My brother is there, holding two crying babies. He’s trying to calm them. My sister is there too, sitting on the floor. I sensed death in her. Not her body, but her soul. As if a piece of her was gone, taken away. I ran from the room, and down the halls. It...