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I died without an eulogy, without a funeral. Without any respect. But that doesn’t matter we all die in the end and we all live once. My mother died, I was all alone now. Running while the police is behind me. I gave up on that street and no one found my body ever again. I’m looking out for a kind soul to grant my soul peace.

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