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Kind and polite


I was taught to always be kind and polite;

even if the other party started the yelling and rudeness to me.

I have been brainwashed into this sight.

With every command, demand, yell, and scream are followed with … “Okay. I’m sorry.”

It’s not there fault…  its my; always my    

I’m the one that made them yell made them mad so… so… NO!

That’s not okay for me or for anyone else. That’s not right.

No one should be bested from the one that is really at fault.

Everyone should revolt and defend themselves from the opposing people.

That's a story nobody should live in.

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