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Apr 2016
A child is dead.
A parent is dead.
A friend is decease.
And all families mindset isn't at peace.

The murderer in hiding.
A friend, a parent, a sibling stays crying.
While others protects the killer.

As if they owe them a favor for the decision they created.

Why?
Do we fear truth of truth being told?
If it was a member of our.
We be seeking justice hour by hour.
Until the jury speaks of a conviction.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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