People are People
People are People they all have a mind, though some are cruel others are kind. Some live in fantacy's some live in dreams, no one is perfect you know what I mean. Race and religion bring us to war, those are some things I prefer to ignore. So if you agree and stand by my side, then follow my path don't run and hide. Because people are people even the blind are not blind, so forget who are cruel and remember who are kind.
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