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Whenever I'm getting toasted like a bagel, I hold my hits deep for Robert Nagel. I can't believe that **** happened. I know its real, but it feels like a fabel. I feel real bad for the girlfriend, Her heads probably spinning like a whirlwind. There's not much I can say to take the pain away; Just know He'll save you when the world ends. They say the good die young. Well how come? C'mon fate, Can we get a better outcome? So I guess for now, we all pray. We love you Rob. Forever and Always.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
Rob
Whenever I'm getting toasted like a bagel, I hold my hits deep for Robert Nagel. I can't believe that **** happened. I know its real, but it feels like a fabel. I feel real bad for the girlfriend, Her heads probably spinning like a whirlwind. There's not much I can say to take the pain away; Just know He'll save you when the world ends. They say the good die young. Well how come? C'mon fate, Can we get a better outcome? So I guess for now, we all pray. We love you Rob. Forever and Always.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
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