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My great grandma 1931-09/13/13 R.I.P.

My great grandma

1931-09/13/13

R.I.P.

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Rapha 1 decade ago

RIP :(

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*mysterious.mah* 1 decade ago

:''''''''''''''''''()

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Rapha 1 decade ago

Don't be sad please, she is in a much better place

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*mysterious.mah* 1 decade ago

Yeah I know, when she was sick she used to call for her mom, now she's with her <3

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posted September 17, 2013 at 12:06am UTC tagged with sad, crying, famous

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