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Ignorance Breeds Fear And Hatred.

Your As Slow As A Fat Kid On Crutches

I Am Part-demon, Part-human. What Else Does That Make Me?" She Answered His Question With One Of Her Own. "i Am Part-centaur, Part-human. Does That Make Me A Mutant?" "it Makes You A Miracle." She Held His Gaze. "exactly.

I Like To Think Of Birthdays As Celebrating Life." "only Losers Acknowledge They Survived A Year And Hope They Cheat Death Again.

Give Me Strength, Not To Be Better Than My Enemies, But To Defeat My Greatest Enemy, The Doubts Within Myself. Give Me Strength For A Straight Back And Clear Eyes, So When Life Fades, As The Setting Sun, My Spirit May Come To You Without Shame.