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justice for junior! justice for junior! justice for junior! your death has affected me deeply and I never even knew ya. 15yrs old you had ya whole future ahead of ya. Savages came for you thinking you was him, savages came after you committing the greatest sin! Justice for junior who was brutally beaten and killed, taken to soon before any of his dreams could be achieved and fulfilled. justice for junior! his death has touched many, his death has made many feel empty, his death came from an unknown enemy. justice for junior! A teenage boy who had never been in a fight had to fight for his life, A teenage boy caught of guard fought and sought help to survive. Justice for junior, lost the battle for his life... if only help had came sooner, maybe just maybe junior would still have a future! justice for junior!!!How can you kill someone in cold blood?! How can you take a life with the swipe of a knife?! How do you make the decision to murder a teen because they fit your description?! How can you go on a killing spree?! Taking innocent lives because you can’t handle society! City to city murders are happening. kids, teens, adults are getting killed and no one is helping them! No one is stopping them and in many cities the cops are the ing problem! No where to run, no where to hide, you even get popped in broad day light with your baby or your lady by your side. Innocent lives being taken everyday, mothers and fathers left to mourn their sons and daughters. Never getting to see them graduate or get married, having to get use to an extra room that is now empty. A pain that will never fully heal, A pain they will wish everyday that isn’t real. A life a  ass mother er had to steal! It gets to me and hurts me, it saddens me and it irks me! I feel so helpless, I wish I could help end the madness! I wish you murderers would get a ing conscious, I wish there was a way to stop this! I feel the pain of those mourning and the tears start forming, from the bottom of my heart I wish there was more I could do for them. I wish I could pray all the bad away, I wish the dead were alive and here to stay!
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