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Aug 2020
As you lay in that cold dark morgue, like a antique vessel that can't be restored, I told you to leave that shank at home nothing came of it just a boys gravestone.  Nothing comes from it except pain and hurt and one young lad in a blood stained shirt. I don't blame the kids it's all they know the government thru them under the bus a long time ago.
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Christopher higgins  52/M/Nottingham
(52/M/Nottingham)   
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