Life after death
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Jun 19, 2015
❤people say that there is no second life,someday there is,
but when they enter the death row, they have a dream that they will have forever, that dream will continue even when they pass, that dream will be the one that they loved the most.
we all have a life to love, so let's love that life and gather more dreams to have when it's time for God to take us.
LIVE YOUR LIFE.❤
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