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Unborn Children

Fatal love Love is life, love creates more love and lives Love comes from life, love exists for new life New lives come from love. Life is life and love Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children My dead children are victims of Euthanasia My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children Directly created life situation by EN psychology My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up Life always gives me new and new choices I will find someone, who gives me lives Lives, what are us, and our future from the past Love, love, family, family, children, children I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia. I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia. She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire. Hmm, Fatal love Hmm, fake love Hmm, It’s deleted. God, give me… A new love Health love. Lives come

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