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Jan 2014
Think of the past when things were being destroyed. Remember how calm we were?
We didn't care we were free to die in peace. 
But now nobody respects us, now we're just things of the past. 
Remember when we used to say nothing could hurt us? When things were peaceful we were untouchable. 
But now peace is a thing of the past, an ancient myth, just make believe in a child's mind. 
Now we stand at the edge ready to jump and die for our freedom. 
But before You jump ask yourselves was it worth the pain, the suffering, what about the future. 
Without peace our only form of freedom is death.
Francisco Ortiz
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Francisco Ortiz  Long Beach, California
(Long Beach, California)   
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   ---, Tatiana and Love
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