STOP THE GUN VILENCE
BOOM BOOOM BANG BANG ....... OMG MOM MY LIL BROTHER OHH OM SOMEONE CALL 911 ITS AN EMERGANCY , AS I LOOK AROND AND TAKE A POUSE ALL I SEE IS PEOPLE RUNNING MOM CRYING DAD ASKING WHY MY BOY?
WHY THIS HAVE TO BE MY CHILD .... HURY HURRY HP IM IN . MOVE MVE .DONT STOP. O NO HAT AM IM GING TO DO I J=JUDT LOST Y BROTHER TO STRET VILNCE AD MUCH MORE...
WELL HIS GONE NOW ANDMUCH I CAN DO BUT HPE F MY LIFEAN TR TOGETOUT , GET OUT OF A PATH THATIWAS BORN I , OBDY NO HIS PAT BUT IM OING T FIX I .. AM MY OWN CHANGE .
BOOOM BOM ANOTHER HOOTING, WEL HERES ANOHER ONE
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