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When another person makes you suffer it is because their own suffering is spilling over.The finest souls are those who have gulped pain and still avoided making others taste it.Because we can we do they have no place to run except to you.Never be discourage for that stripe you wear equals one whip that millions fear.Just for them you are here in ignorance of the fact they don't care.But with you unconsciously all their own burdens they share.You are that special beam of light and though at times you may be dim from sadness remember that you are a great source of energy for others gladness.Let it be seen the reason your surviving all odds is because you came here as a special being Love.
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