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at an early age i was told i was bless with a gift caall forgiveness, but i will be happy to have the gift of compassion, true love is compassion, and i know this will cure me of all the sickness of who torture my soul

, i had the chance to be around peoples who had dedicated it their life to it, in everythings they do, to love and feel pain when they see pains, and share it by felting it, i saw some miracle, so i know compassion is real and through mediation, i always try to fell compassion for all sentient beings,

Only love can cure this world, shun the selfish and wicked

This is true poem based on a real life patient. It is a sad poem and i have likened her to  Eequor, the Blue Lady of Dismay, is the goddess of the color blue. She dwells in loneliness in her quiet realm, a cold, timeless world with few colors other than shades of blue. She is a goddess of sorrow

Does killing solve anything?

Could be many.  Could be none.