MOHAMMAD SKATI


THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE RED BLOOD


The red blood that runs In our bodies is pure and Dear, but when evil hits Us badly and unexpectedly We bleed until we die, so It depends if someone respects This red and pure blood Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
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  • Imagine Whatif (12/24/2013 3:08:00 PM)

    TROLLS WILL BE TROLLS. DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS. KEEP IT MOVIN.

    #ifihadadollarforeverytime............................... (Report) Reply

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