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See that boy doing his homework in home room? Last night he talked His friend out of suicide. See that young boy you had made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. The girl you just called fat? She is overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Put this as you're profile if you're against bullying. I bet 95% of you wont put this on your profile, but I'm sure the people with a heart and backbone will Ninety-five percent of teenagers are concerned about being popular. Poor souls. Well, if you are one of the five percent who aren’t, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list: Queen S of Randomness 016, Queen B of Randomness 016, AnimieKittyCaffe, The Gypsy Pirate Queen, That Bloody Demon, The Astrology Nerd, Shadow929, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Yavie Aelienal, Hyperactively Bored, Spymaster E, Shanny-Boo, Gem W, Brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, Bara-Minomoto, Em Quagmire, Buffy The Mary-Sue Slayer, Random Little Writer, SamanthaFantasyFan, The-Good-Die-Alone, Daughter of a Renegade, Littlewhisker, Snowdancer56, MoonAquaAngel, warriorfreak, jasminesolo, Protector of Canon2, (this goes for all of us) TheThroppSistersandCompany, muffinlover101, AmaraBellaGirl, Little Christian, BML1997, aleixia1012, AkariWarriorofSoul, LaurenJr, hoplessromantic4life, fangirlandotaku, DippeySause, Grimlock987, BewitchingMayham, springtraptheoneandonly1983. Mr. Anderson The Meme Master, xxxXXHyperXXxxx, Juliablocks, Twilight Trickster.

10 year old Warriors fan, Emmy Grace Cherry was a warrior fan and had warrior spirt. Emmy and her parents, Dana and Jimmy Cherry, were killed in a tornado in February 2007. On Wands and Worlds, a fantasy fiction forum, several fans agreed that she deserved a warrior name. One fan performed the cermony and named her Brightspirt. Other fans agreed this was the perfect name. The Erins placed her along with her parents in the book Long Shadows as Brightspirt, Braveheart, and Shinningheart.
Please pass this message along by copy and pasting it into your profile and adding your name to the list of people who will always remember a true warrior: Wolfgrowl, Skysong Angel, Sunmist, Iceshadow of ShadowClan, Featherleap, Petalwish, Sorrelheart, Dawnfeather of Thunderclan, Goldskies5, Lavenderfrost of KittyClan, PurpleCloud64, Twilight Trickster

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying nd brother won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at college , there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how good you really are. Your ex girlfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. shee can’t handle it. shee breaks down and starts crying, and blames herself . Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? He’s in shock. He can’t believe it. He knew what you were going through, but he never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. He can’t cry, He can’t feel anything. He stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that boy with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big brother , you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, he stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground,he just loses it. He cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex girlfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with boys . Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? He tried to kill herself. He didn’t succeed like you did, but He tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just affect you. They affect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.let's see who actually read all of it. For anyone that feels this way

That boy you punched in the hall today?
Committed suicide a few minutes ago.

That girl you called a slut today?
She's a virgin.

The boy you called lame?
He has to work every night to support his family.

That girl you pushed down the stairs the other day?
She's already being abused at home.

That girl you called fat?
She's starving herself.

The old man you made fun of cause of his ugly scars?
He fought for our country.

The boy you made fun of for crying?
His mother is dying.

You think you know them. Guess what? You don't!

...P...Put this

...O...On your

...K...Profile

...E...To stop PoKéMoN

...M...From

...O...Being

...N...Hated

...!!...It shows you care..

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane 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.

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

One day a little boy who was no more than five or six was with his grandma walking in a Target store. The little boy was buying a doll for his beloved sister.

He paid the cashier will all his money, but the cashier said, "I'm sorry. But you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

The little boy turned to his grandma. "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

His grandmother replied, "Honey, you know you don't have enough money."

She left to go look around, but the little boy stayed, still clutching the doll. A man who had seen everything came up to him and asked,

"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."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Santa will bring her the doll," said the man.

The little boy shook his head. "No. Santa can't bring it to where she is now. I have to give it to my mommy so she can bring it to my sister."

He said sadly, "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy said that Mommy's going to see God very soon, too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and give it to my sister."

The man's heart nearly stopped. The little boy continued, "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 the man a very nice photo of him laughing. "I want my mommy to take a picture with me so she won't forget me. I love my mommy, but my daddy said that she has to go be with my little sister."

The little boy looked at the doll with very sad eyes. The man reached for his wallet.

"Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll."

"Okay," said the little boy, "I hope I do have enough."

The man added some money to the little boy's wallet when he wasn't looking. The little boy was so happy that he had enough.

"Oh, thank you God for giving me enough money!" said the little boy.

He looked at the man and said, "I asked God last night to give me enough money to buy this doll so I could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy my mommy a white rose, but I didn't dare ask God for too much. But I have enough money for both. My mommy loves white roses."

The little boy's grandma came back, and the man left with his basket. He had finished his shopping in a very different mood than when he'd started.

Two days later, a newspaper article read that a drunk driver had hit a car with a young woman and a little girl inside of it. The little girl died instantly, but the woman died just the day after.

Somehow the man knew that this was the mother and sister of the little boy. It also read that the funeral would take place the next day.

So the man went back to Target to get some white roses to pay his last respects for the woman and also the little girl.

At the funeral the next day, the woman was there in her coffin with a white rose in her hand along with the doll and the picture of her and the little boy on her chest.

The man left the place teary-eyed, as his encounter with the little boy had changed his life forever. And the love that the little boy had for his mother and sister was still hard to place for the man, even to this day.

Now you have 2 choices:

1.) Repost this. 2.) Ignore this as if it had never touched your heart.

I am STUPID

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T.alneted
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Count every "F" in the following text:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE
RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC
STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...

HOW MANY?

THERE ARE 6 - no joke.
READ IT AGAIN !
Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's.

The reasoning behind this is the brain cannot process 'OF' (Seriously -.-")

Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius.
Copy and paste it to your profile

1. You are reading this

2. You are human

3. You can't say the letter "P" without separating your lips

4. You just attempted it

6. You are laughing at yourself

7. You have a smile on your face and you skipped number 5

8. You just checked to see if there is a number 5

9. You laugh because you're an idiot and everyone does this to

10. You are probably gonna repost this to see who else falls for it

Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake. The average person can't.
this is this cat
this is is cat
this is how cat
this is to cat
this is keep cat
this is a cat
this is dummy cat
this is busy cat
this is for cat
this is forty cat
this is seconds cat
Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down and I bet you can't resist passing it on

Dear Bullies, You see that 15-year-old girl holding hands with her one-year-old son that you called a slut? She was raped at 13. You see that boy crying that you made fun of for being a cry-baby? His best friend committed suicide last night. You see that girl that you make fun of for having all those bruises? She is abused by her parents. You see that bald woman that you made fun of? She is dying of breast cancer. You see that old man that you called ugly? He got a serious injury to his face in the war. You see that man that you made fun of for having all those burns? He ran into a burning hospital to save his dead daughter. You see that girl that you called fat? She is starving herself. You see that boy you called stupid? He has Down Syndrome. Like this journal and re-post if you are against bullying. I bet that none of you will re-post this journal. But I did.