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Heaven On Earth.Tips. Mad Hatter is a state of mind .RITES OF PASSAGES, SUNNY, BRIGHT, WITS AND CHARMS: DREAM KNIGHTS . GREAT JOB.Always Sonny Podcast Steve congratulating us on all we've accomplished Us'.
One Day Out Of Life. Kids Lost. Daddy Died Walter Richard Bailey, Jr .86. Dad, The One And Only, Walter Richard Bailey, JR. Rest In Power.I feel all of it, deeply: the love, the grief, the joy, the pain. I embrace and thank every morsel of it. My life now is more rich and vibrant and full.The great pleasure in life is doing what people say … thanks to my passion and desire to make this dream happen.
‘I’m not the bigger person. You better leave me the fuck alone!”I’m sorry for your pain’.Reasons to Not buy. BREAKING News:Miss days like this but I’m good without it.Why change yourself, when you can change the game! The Twilight Zone!I’m out! Lmmfao!!Eyes Open Right. Eyes Open Right. Facebook Idiots: I’ll ask kaddish. Dopa to protect me and rebuke you for insulting me.
Brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters, tales to be shared, love and hate, to give, to take, dances over time. Time is a wheel, it stopped for no one, life little beefs, born to die, pay taxes, and give and take. To love to hate, to get mad, with the way things are, the way they were, and the way you would like to make the changes to be the best person possible.
Going back in time, so of the things that happen, over the decades, my life, my views, my sence of right and wrong. My mother died, when I was eleven, the worst day of my life. Aleane Brenagh Bailey, was 34 years old at the time of her death, October 16, 1971. The first person to die, stories to be told, now a story will be written, from a child’s point of view, from a PTSD Marine, looking back on the way things were.
It was a Saturday, when I woke up, relieved myself, notice that the door to the parents room, was closed. It had not been that way, during the night, saw my dad, make a trip to the bedroom, once while doing the bathroom again. Later I heard my dad, praying in the living room. We were told to stay in our room, with the door closed. Saturday morning cartoons, 4 girls and a baby in a room, on two twin beds. Later we were told , that our mother had died.
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