Jesus Christ Please Vote Idc If Biden Is In Hospice Care We Cannot Let Trump Become President Again

Jesus Christ please vote idc if Biden is in hospice care we cannot let Trump become president again

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coastal town kids make it easy to fabricate a life, create something to inspire! last week a teenager jumped from the lifeguard tower. they didn’t fall when they landed, hard & flat, can’t die here, kid, it’s not your property and the paperwork would be a goddamn nightmare.  god, kids these days, what a nightmare. step into the sea prepared to fabricate  freedom of existence and abolished property. claw for instant gratification to inspire more sand dune runaways to pull up flat- pressed newsprint by the lighthouse tower. turn the latch, we’ve no room in this tower for open-mouthed children inhaling a nightmare– what else is there? they’re ground underfoot, crushed flat before they can find history, whisper and fabricate  a life of their own. god, kids these days suffer to inspire, they aspire to something great, aurum’s property burned into skin and left on school property. trust seaside children to sit idle in their tower, reach out the window and grasp flowers, inspire a sleep, lyre hymn warm without nightmare, night there is cool. no care forgetting, fabricate  content misery, storyline unforthcoming and flat. when feeding a frightened animal keep palms flat to re-treat regularity as new-possessed property. properly check, please, they’ll even fabricate how there was a lifeguard in the white wooden tower, no fugitive, good lord, just man christened nightmare. countryside kids will call liar, no kid can dare to inspire like a life washed up on shore, lacking air to inspire. lighthouse beam a white house dream in B-flat   major liberation kids, god, talk to a teen nightmare, sixty-nine shot-down, kill all gays on the property it’s never been yours to desecrate anyway, flip tower gas canisters over the garden brick wall, fabricate ire and fail to inspire, Blue’s on the property to strike a kid down off the white wooden tower. god, what a nightmare this will be to fabricate.

welcome everybody

I am Muhammad Imad Abdel Latif Sharab

First, after an aggressive war on Gaza City and its revival, we were displaced from our 3-storey house in which I and my family of 3 members live.

My father's family consists of 8 members

My grandfather, may God have mercy on him, was martyred by occupation aircraft on 12/14/2023.

The one who was martyred while he was leaving the house to check on our house next to him, which could not be reached due to a brutal enemy who does not differentiate between anyone in death, went out to check on our house, which we were not in because of my displacement to Rafah, me, my father, and our families due to the intensity of the fighting in Khan Yunis, and after that A few days ago, our store in which my father and brothers work was bombed by occupation aircraft. He was working to gather his strength from it and meet the needs of our house, which no longer exists due to the bombing. We ask you to help and contribute, even if just a little, by donating to us so that we can compensate for a little of what we lost.

Many thanks to you 😢

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If you do not understand the words well, because I am not very good at English, but I ask you to help me with money so that I can compensate for even a little of what I lost, and I am very grateful to you, my dears😢🥺😢🥺😢🥺🥺😢

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There are many ways to say I love you in this cold, dark, silent universe, as many as the twinkling stars.

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