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Sep 23
Run
Run
for your life
not knowing what way
danger comes from
red and blue lights
shots fired
stray bullets
easy targets
never the bad guy
but always the black no one
tell me, when?
when this will stop?
when all this spilled blood
will finally be enough?
**** all those uniformed *******, those hateful pigs! They're killing CHILDREN over here...
Pedro Vialle
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Pedro Vialle  20/M/Brazil
(20/M/Brazil)   
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