You are my friend if you look like me, talk like me, and be like me. I
shall put you through pain if not. Old age, infancy, womanhood, and
disability are not your virtues that demand my sympathy, but your bane
that I'd abuse. I will hit you till your pride is crushed and your
existence is but a fragmented soul in a battered body. Language
differences only mark borders, but it's the soul of peoples that unifies
across them to make a country. Please simplify differences and be
accepting of them. Violence no more!!
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