Pride (month) flags
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I've put my pride flag here, you can request your own flags. I'd love to make them! If you're just here to herass others, I'll make sure to return the favor.
Bullying of any kind isn't right and to the ones that say being part of LGBTQ+ is a sin: "Love everyone, even those that are after your live." You hating us for how 'god' created us to be is the real sin. Everyone is perfect the way they are and you can't decide for someone else, what's right and what's wrong.
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