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Do You?

Would You?

Do You?

Do you know their battles?
Do you know their war?
Would you help them fight?
Would you help them defend?
THEN WHY DO YOU JUDGE?
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Being Me

Oh humans like to judge!  There is a saying which goes something like —  never judge a man unless you have walked a mile in his shoes xx

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RG

I've heard that saying,  so true... yes they love to judge . 

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