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Sep 2017
If you hold the gun to your head, and pull the trigger, who knows if your promise will subside when you die, or will a new pain begin?  
You think they will always remember you, but that will only be until the memory ends, maybe a few days, until the next tragedy.
Who are you to take the attention away from importance at hand, with the pain and the sorrow of our depleting green land?
Leal Knowone
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Leal Knowone  Nazareth Hell
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