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What will our country come to its set on self destruct no justice even our system fails us repeatedly a young mans life taken before he's even lived and by a man who has had many years to live and learn and yet his ignorance and prejudice caused this young man to miss what could have been. sure people can say whats done is done but while this boy ,kid ,teenager ,young adult what ever you choose to call him, family is suffering that slimey murderer smiles as he realises he just mad our system look even worse and that he has just gotten of with something but soon his concious will drive him mad thats if he has one or he shall be slain by the hand of a justice seeking man who feels strongly about bringing trayvon martin some peace for his soul so that trayvon knows that we actually care...
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