Labels
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Last published Sat, Jul 20, 2013
"Labels. I never understood why people were against them. I always viewed them as a help at grasping reality. It isn't until you're stamped with a label that you care about them. A label is just a name. It's a way of justifying something. A label is a way to shield a person's point of view. Let's say a person is called idiot. You're labeling them based on what? One instance where they ignored common sense? Labels. Some labels destroy and stain a person. They dictate us without even realizing it. My name is Anna Rose Lee, and my freshman year of high school has taught me only one thing. You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your labels."
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