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September 11

September 11

This horrible event happened thirteen years back.
Many innocent people died in the Terrorist attack.
I felt so bad when all of those innocent people died.
On September 11, 2001 millions of people cried.

A whole nation was broken-hearted on that horrible day.
Those people are still missed thirteen years after they passed away.
They were killed by Terrorists who were cowards.
It was hard to say goodbye to those who perished in the World Trade Towers.

(Dedicated to the innocent people who died on 9/11.)

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Randy Johnson

This is a good and noble dedication, I share with your feelings and thoughts.

A whole nation was broken-hearted on that horrible day.
Those people are still missed thirteen years after they passed away.
They were killed by Terrorists who were cowards.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Jas Wulf

Thank you very much for caring for EVERYONE that died there. I lose my aunt she was my best friend and my sister all in one! thank you! Jas Wulff

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Georgina Richardson

My thoughts and my prayers are with all those who lost someone on that horrible day. God bless, G xx

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