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I’ll never forget that day When she lifted her head from the bed in which it was buried And with bloodshot eyes reaching through 2 black holes She asked, “Why’d they have to **** my brother?” That exact question was already in my mind. Happy Easter
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
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I’ll never forget that day When she lifted her head from the bed in which it was buried And with bloodshot eyes reaching through 2 black holes She asked, “Why’d they have to **** my brother?” That exact question was already in my mind. Happy Easter
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
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