Levels of Suicide

If Indiana was a Single body, It Would Now lie in Critical care in some hospital, recovering from a Suicide Attempt. And Even If we survive this Overdose, as a whole body of Hoosiers, Have forever become changed as a Union. This Assault and Betrayal After Trust, can and must be overcome by those that think of the Few., by forging a Higher standard of Basic Birth Rights..A Right beyond Religion.. A right above Mom and Dad and a Right before a nation. Donnie Harold Harris Former Candidate for Governor of Indiana 2012.
Location: Indianapolis, IN 46227, USA

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