Different. It's a funny word. It can make someone very proud or break someones spirit. I am what you would say different. I love being different. It's what makes me, me. I'm not afraid of other people. I don't understand why someone would joke another person for being themselves. But that is human nature I guess. Making someone else feel small so they could feel bigger. It's been done many times in the past, and it will happen many times in the future. We can't stop it from happening again. We may want to, but we can't. All we can do is try. Although we may not be able to stop it completely, we can stop it from happening right in front of us by speaking out and helping that poor person. Believe it or not, most people just stand and watch it happen, and some even laugh at the person even when it was done to them too. They knew how it felt and they still laugh. Don't be one of those people. They make me sick.
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The Little Girl
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