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My heart goes out to the struggling. People who cannot even think beyond surviving. Any human, built like a miracle as we are - deserves worth and dignity by their neighbors but also by society.
My heart goes out to the West - for the ones who feel guilty all the time and out of overloaded emotion act foolishly. Mess up more than what already was.
My heart goes out to the corrupted. Poisened in their own troubled vision and who seem somehow robbed from sanity in soul and mind.
My heart goes out to the vulnerable. Who lack in whatever way to stand up for themselves. Litterly. I wish I could help you.
My heart goes out to the Third World countries. One day will come where there's no first, second or third world. We'll be one. Finally.
My heart goes out to the lonely. I might not know you right now, but I can't wait to grab a coffee in heaven.