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Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I Live, I will kill you, If I Die, You are forgiven." Such is the Rule of Honor
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Scars on the body are a proof of living, scars on the soul are a proof of loving

80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".

20% actually mean it.

If you honestly are in the 20%, paste this into your profile
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*A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
If you would ever do this for someone....then post this on your page asap!!
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My Name is Lauren and I am Thirteen


My name is Lauren and I am thirteen,
and today I was used... like a simple machine...
They grabbed me and beat me and kicked me for fun;
I woke up half dead when it was all said and done...

My name is Lauren and I am thirteen,
and today I was used... like a simple machine...
They stripped me and hit me and thrusted some more,
by the same guys that I used to adore...

My name is Lauren and I am thirteen,
and today I was used... like a simple machine...
I don't think they meant to hurt me this way...
maybe if I let them, they might go away...

My name is Lauren and I am thirteen,
and today I was used... like a simple machine...
It was probably my fault... wasn't pretty enough...
Yes... that's why they were being so rough...

My name is Lauren and I am thirteen,
and today I was used... like a simple machine...
They said they were sorry; wouldn't happen again...
all I should do is give in to them...

My name is Lauren and I am thirteen,
Today, I was the center of a rape scene...

POST THIS ON YOUR PAGE IF YOU ARE AGAINST ANY FORM OF VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN!!!!

THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR ABUSE!!!

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My name is Chris I am three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant do a wrong I cant speak at all Or else I'm locked up All day long. When I'm awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's bar. I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door Hes already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mecy! O please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While i lay there motionless Brawled on the floor My name is Chris I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help Sickens me top the soul, And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected By this Poem And because your effected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! PUT THIS IN YOUR HOMEPAGE IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!