Pray for those who find nothing offensive until they are offended. Walking around with blinders on their eyes until the blinds are forcibly opened by dust being thrown into them. 

Oh, the pain you will feel when it’s your turn to be hurt, simply because you refused to acknowledge another’s hurt. Ashes to ashes, Dirt to dirt. When one hurts we all should be hurt it’s that simple. 

Until my plight becomes your plight and versa the vice, we all fall down no matter how we play nice. Get your mind right. If you think I’m pointing the finger at you you’re probably right. 

Ich Liebe Dich Alle!

Bridgette Hicks

Copyright ©2017 Bridgette Hicks All rights reserved 

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