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Oct 2015
I believe it was a day meeting a nice lady,I believed she loved me but she was in need of something.

money, money, money.
why do you **** this nation they created you to save our lives not to **** us.

why money, why you abandon us,people steal because of you,people,**** because of you ,you have no shame,everybody want you and you feel proud of it.

they say you are beautiful and you smile,forgetting that hlv can smile on you,oh girl get a life
moses fifteen Govene
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moses fifteen Govene  Agincourt
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