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ACAB

CarleaWilson882

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Reads 872
Votes 90
Parts 12
Time 5m

CarleaWilson882

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I researched many POC killed by officers and all of them are in here. all of these people died due to racist officers and due to the messed up system no one seems to care. many of these people and there story's didnt make it to mainstream media and I want to show more people there story.

Along with that some other news about this matter.All Rights Reserved

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All My Fault... (BxB)

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