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49..49.. You're running out time . 49..49.. You're lives have ended 49..49.. You're family's are bended. 49..49..when it rains a rainbow appear's 49..49..we shall not live in fear.
I didn't have much to say social media wise in response to the Orlando shooting.
You were my hero, My superwoman(man), My angel sent down to this hell that we dare call earth. Before I had met you I was so confused. Nothing felt right. I was so lost and I just wasn't "normal".