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We gather with heavy hearts to remember UID304-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, 304 cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. 304 did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, 304 died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
FLY HIGH, CUCKYSON!
>mandatory arrow
№21260[Quote]
brap
№21264[Quote]
Smash like if you’re a phono and you care about this
№21284[Quote]
Do the restful in Peace saar
№21293[Quote]
test and niggers dying
№21358[Quote]
up
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304 was a 'ligshit???????????
wtf nigger theres no way