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"Read me what was written by this young man recklessly exposed to the incident and was with him and remained his mother, Kathy, is alive and wrote the poem Here, ... EPCOT will not cry


Comforts me and I'm Dead and current force Damat

Coming from the Fini and wept as he comforts me

I cry and Atned and draw a sad Plates

They make me because I walk and my feet are Tmsheeni

Killed my care with my own hands killed the love and mercies

Deprived of their right to self-defense, and I Opkyha of crude and

But before me and tied me dream of cries

Abe problem but failed to, but I gave the Isahini

Here I Yaymh heart and whatever I said the words of

Enlarge your right to a small, but I hope Tadhirini

Looted the joy of my house is true that I villainous self

Taic is true that I was born and all I hear Vinnie

Wandering eyes Fini separates me measurements

Their faces and look away from me, and I changed the religious

They might think the biggest owners of grief Halmosap

I challenge them if it burns a quarter of what Feeney

Lack of fate after death, absent trance pleasures

And became inspired Ekazi Abakih and Ebakeni

Attjtny without the expense of your reputation does not tell Red Hat

I drink your blood and tricks from your blood is enough for me

Yaymh enough to come back to you if Abjls moments

And accept your hand and foot and Avrc you blink my eyes

Cayman is shouldering too say what has died

Come Halcol others and obey the rest of Helmy Official

And leave the smoking habit and Carry show what Pisgat

And pray in the mosque before dawn Minty Tsahini

Return Yaymh shrouding and Lotfi candle groans

APEC Ante and others for dying Tazini

The Include and Dowiny like it was Alhqguat

What comforts me Abe Ahdn APEC Anti Tuasini

?????, but do not cry if my lips Damat

If I am reinforced Opkyk of crude Ante ..
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Posted: Jun 2010
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"Read me what was written by this young man recklessly exposed to the incident and was with him and remained his mother, Kathy, is alive and wrote the poem Here, ... EPCOT will not cry

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