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Jun 11
The peacemaker
My father made peace
With the people
That has a drug problem
And do street drugs
Also, my father is not happy
To see his people
Killing their selves
By smoking street drugs
Yes his people are now also
Addicted to street drugs
That is so ashamed
That is what my father
Thinks about them
Also his people
Are buying
Dugs from the drug dealers
On the street
Also, they are making lots of money
It is called laundry money
Also people please don't gamble
With you health
The only people that are allowed
To end your life
Is my father, people
You just don't have the right
To end your life
Also, you don't have the right
To overdose on the medication
Yes people I must tell you
That you are lucky to be alive
Every single day here on earth
Also people you are going to
Die someday
When my father is ready for you
People, I must tell you that you
Are not going to die now
Because you still have a life to live
aldo kraas
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aldo kraas  60/M/Toronto
(60/M/Toronto)   
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