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The proselytyzing young at my door I can no longer be kind to them children shouldn't wear their parents' clothes it is enough that they carry our blood the immigrants conducting surveys on the phone once I put myself in their shoes and answered generously now I hang up the old way I strike the...

s S O M E T I M E S ----------------------------- How true this is. S O M E T I M E S Sometimes... when you cry... no one sees your tears. Sometimes... when you are in pain. no one sees your hurt. Sometimes. when you are worried.. no one sees your stress Sometimes. when you...