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Life is a ***** , death is her  sister World is bubble, I make it crystal Speed is slow, I create four piston Stories are real, I thought they were fiction Muslims are good , I hate ****** christian I went to doctor , he said- how are you Mr.? I knew that idiot ,  he had big injection I  cried  on  bed , ****  you  Mr.  assistant . I can't  be  sage , I  have  little  anger I played well but heart is very danger Fighting in family, I have many fracture Sun looted me , they left me on hanger
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
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Life is a ***** , death is her  sister World is bubble, I make it crystal Speed is slow, I create four piston Stories are real, I thought they were fiction Muslims are good , I hate ****** christian I went to doctor , he said- how are you Mr.? I knew that idiot ,  he had big injection I  cried  on  bed , ****  you  Mr.  assistant . I can't  be  sage , I  have  little  anger I played well but heart is very danger Fighting in family, I have many fracture Sun looted me , they left me on hanger
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ravi
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
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