Han,1
Don't let them win, a blow of such an evil is roamaing on your life to make you give up. All that they want is swallowing dreams and truth of yours.2
Don't be afraid, remember how many a time your dear grandpa told you about wicked and how is their end... They are living inside their lies and hatred, thinking that their lives is the best.. All they want is dressing you their torn uniform, don't let them do.3
Don't let them laugh, the difference is the thing that make you be unable to be a part of such ill minds.4
Don't let them win, remember how did you give them chances to be a member of your realm, but their last decision was a game they enjoyed so much.5
Don't listen to the artificial words anymore, there is one true word beating when you write down: I am original, I am not a puppet; I am different, I am not piece of your cruelty. How strange are those characters, though time swiftly passes away, in such few time they are longing for only evil and all the worst actions. I wonder why such a hatred is devouring their souls. The only accusation is acting humanly more than it is required then Jail to the traitor or maybe worser make that latter keeps silent forever.6
Don't Let Them expunge beauty of Butterfly.7
HAN,
30/09/2009
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