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happened to my cousin when he was a little kid. he was in his bed looking up and his ceiling fan came un bolted all of a sudden and landed right on him. he is scared to death of ceiling fans still.
He took the one in his bedroom out of his house cause he doesnt want it to happen again.
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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