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Proud to say I am a Follower and Friend of Jesus Christ.

Even when you cant see Him, GOD is there! If you belive in GOD put this in your profile!

Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won't repost it?

Let's face it, this world is pretty screwed up. But I believe there is enough good in the world to overcome the evil

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ATTENTION: CHILD ABUSE IS VERY, VERY REAL. IF YOU ARE 100% AGAINST CHILD ABUSE AND WANT TO HELP STOP IT, COPY AND PASTE THIS TO YOUR PROFILE!

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Just because we eat animals for food doesn't mean we can cut them up for clothing! If you are against fur coats, clothing, boots, etc. copy this into your profile! Did you know that to get the fur, they club, drown, and anal electrocute the poor animals. And why are they so cruel? Because they don't want to ruin the furs! Now copy this into your freakin' profile, dammit! If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile. < (Those Flucking Arsehole-Face Beotchces for that!!!!)

If you know our society is moving in the wrong direction, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever copied and pasted something into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile.

Pluto was no longer declared a planet on August 27 of 2006 just because it was "Too small" and "Off it's orbit" for a couple scientists likings. If you still think Pluto should be a planet then copy and paste this to your profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!

Recent studies show that 92 percent of teenagers have moved on to rap. If you're part of the 8 percent that stayed with rock, put this in your profile.

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.

Many writers don't know the difference between 'your' and 'you're.' If you do understand it, copy and paste this into your profile.

Too many people are on crack/marijuana. If you're not, then add this to your bio.

Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.

If you disagree with Americans who hate everyone who's not Caucasian/White and say it's because they're not real American's (Even though almost every Caucasian/White American family comes from English/Scottish/Irish heritage and the real American's are "Indians") then copy this onto your profile.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says, "If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven".

A black man walked into a bar and the white barman said, "Coloured people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was

BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me coloured?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school, he told his friends that it was cool, and when he pulled the trigger back, it shot with a great, huge crack. Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold! When I went to school that day, I never said good-bye. I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another, and all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush. And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now. And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest. Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class, And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass. Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this. But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss. I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry. Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could, please listen to me if you would, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live. But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true .And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost
Please if you would, don't smash this on the ground. If you pass this on, maybe people will cry, just keep this in your heart, for the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

My name is Tiffany, and I am three, my eyes are swollen, so I cannot see, I must be stupid, I must be bad, for 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 can’t do a wrong and I can’t speak at all, or else im locked up all day long. When im awake im all alone, and 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. My name is called, and I press myself against the wall. I try to hide from his evil eyes. I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry. He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words, and he says its my fault that he suffers at work. he slaps and hits me and yells at me more.I finally get free and run to the door. He’s already locked it and i start to bawl, so he takes me and throws me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues
"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 mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops, and heads for the door
While i lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor
I am three, tonight my daddy murdered me and you can help.
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, Please pass it on.

boy- oh realy? y?

girl- oh nothin, annual shots, thats all.

boy- oh

girl- so what did we do in math 2day?

boy- u didnt miss anything thing that

great.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.
.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​just lots of notes

girl- ok good

boy- yeah

girl- hey i have a question...

boy- ok, ask away

girl- ​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​ ​​​​.​ ​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​how much do u love me?

boy- u kno i love u more than anything

girl- yeah...

boy- y did u ask?

girl- ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​ ​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​ ​​​​​​​ ​.​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​ ​.​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​>​​​​​​​​​ ​​silence

boy- is something wrong?

girl- no nothing at all

boy- good.

girl- .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ .​​​​​​ ​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​how much do u care about me?

boy- i would give u the world in a

heartbeat if i could.

girl- u would?

boy- yeah.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​ ​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​ ​​.​​​​​ ​​​​.​​​​ ​​​​of course i would >sounding worried

girl- no, everythings fine...

boy- are u sure?

girl- yeah.

boy- ok...i hope so.

girl- .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ .​​​​​​ ​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​would u die for me?

boy- i would take a bullet for u anyday,

hun

girl- realy?

boy- anyday. now seriously, is there something wrong??

girl- no im fine, ur fine, we're fine, everyones fine.

boy- ...ok

girl- ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​ ​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​ ​​​​​​​ ​.​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​ ​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​well i have to go ill c u 2morrow at school.

boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.

girl- yeah, i love u 2, bye.

THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:

boy- hey, have u seen my g/f 2day?

friend- no

boy- oh.

friend- she wasnt here yesterday either.

boy- i know, she was acting all wierd on

the phone last nite.

friend- well dude u kno how gurls are sumtimes

boy- yeah.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.
.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.
but not her.

friend- idk wht else 2 say, man.

boy- k well i gotta get 2 english, ill c ya

after school.

friend- yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.

THAT NIGHT:

-ring-

-ring-

-ring-

-ring-

girl- hello?

boy- hey

girl- oh, hi.

boy- y weren't u at school 2day?

girl- uh...i had another doctor

appointment.

boy- are u sick?

girl- .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ .​​​​​​ ​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ um i have 2 go, my mom's

callin on my other line.

boy- ill wait.

girl- it may take a while, ill call u later.

boy- ​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​ ​​​.​​ ​​​​​​ ​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​alright,​​​​​​​​​​​​ i love u hun.

very long pause

girl- (with tear in her eye) look, i think we should break up.

boy- what??

girl- its the best thing for us right now.

boy- y??

girl- i love u.

click
THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.

boy- hey dude

friend- hey

boy- whats up

friend- nothin, hey have u talked 2 ur ex

lately?

boy- no

friend- so u didnt hear?

boy- hear what?

friend- um idk if i should be the one to tell u...

boy- dude, wtf tell me

friend- uh...call this number.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.
433-​​​​​​​​​​​​555-​​​​​​​​​​​​3468

boy- ok...

BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL

-ring-

-ring-

-ring-

voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse beckam.

boy- uh...i must have the wrong number,

im looking for my friend.

voice- what is her name, sir?

(boy gives info)

voice- yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here.

boy- rele? y? what happened?? how is she??

voice- her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3.

boy- WHT HAPPENED??

voice- plz come by sir and you can see her, goodbye.

boy- WAIT! NO!

dial tone

BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.

boy- omg are u ok??

girl- .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ .​​​​​​ ​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ .​​​​​​ ​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​​ .

boy- sweetie!! talk to me!!

girl- i...

boy- u what?? U WHAT??

girl- i have cancer and im on life support

boy- .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​ ​​​​​​ .​​​​​​ ​​​​​.​​ ​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​ .​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​ ​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​​​​​​​​​​.​​​ ​​​​​​ ​​​ >​​​​​​ ​​​​ breaks into tears

girl- they're taking me off 2night

boy- y??

girl- i wanted 2 tell u but i couldnt

boy- y didnt u tell me??

girl- i didnt want 2 hurt u.

boy- u could never hurt me

girl- i just wanted 2 c if u felt bout me as the same i felt bout u.

boy- ?

girl- i love u more than anything, i would give u the world in a heartbeat. i would die for you and take a bullet for you.

boy- ...

girl- dont be sad, i love u n ill always be here w/u

boy- then y'd u break up w/me?

nurse- young man, visiting hours are over.

BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES.

but wht the boy didn't kno is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up w/him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.

NEXT DAY:

the boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the other...

THE NOTE SAID: i told her i would take a bullet for her...just like she said she would die for me... With her best friend in her arms.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' "OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thaned her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to college.

ALWAYS appreciate your mom, even if you are angry at her. if you are, paste this onto your profile and read it.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by
jumping outof the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.


When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the
country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on your heart.

If you love your dad, post this on your profile. ALWAYS appreciate your father, even though you hate him sometimes. Never forget this, and paste it onto your profile if you think the same way...

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God? Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God..

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what...and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. I bet 2/3s of you people that read this won't repost.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this (Oh my gosh... That made my cry. And I dont do "cry".)
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