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it's looking into the horror-filled eyes of a four year old girl holding her shaking hands as she watches her father, her mother blown to smithereens it's the family of five reduced to three it's the grandmother of fifteen, who is over filled with love now that she only has six to share it between it's the cousins, brothers, aunts packed into a tiny sail boat who are we to deny the happiness of those who don't think they'll ever be happy again? who are we to turn away the freedom of people who believe they will never be freed?
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
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it's looking into the horror-filled eyes of a four year old girl holding her shaking hands as she watches her father, her mother blown to smithereens it's the family of five reduced to three it's the grandmother of fifteen, who is over filled with love now that she only has six to share it between it's the cousins, brothers, aunts packed into a tiny sail boat who are we to deny the happiness of those who don't think they'll ever be happy again? who are we to turn away the freedom of people who believe they will never be freed?
something has to be done, we are all human.
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
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