Gentle,
calm, humorous, sensitive... is this what every man, or every woman desires? Or
is it that the basis of the world is based entirely on the outcome of your physical
appearance? Is the pain of another only broken down into small fragments known
as insensitivity? Or is it that people care and always will be there, close
by a friend. The person who wakes up every morning and sees himself, and is
happy with himself knows that he lives a confident full life. These may as well
be the world's good people, with good thoughts, gestures, and random acts of
kindness. But the real question remains, how many of us are there?
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