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Feb 2013
Water drips alone in this world I slowly take a sip. Undying love for those that have passed, why such a sweet girl could be taken so cruel. There are no morals, gods, anything to overrule. The only thing that made any sense is at the bottom of the rivine, innocence. Where will the soul go from there? Why did you have to go. We all miss you sarebear. Please know we won't forget. you were the sweetest and kindest and we all regret that night we lost you is burned in our brains. When we feel sad its cause we thought of your name. Can't help but put the blame. But who wouldve known that move in this ****** up game
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
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