Every time I fight with you or behave rude, I am reminded how valuable you are. And all I can do it think of it in the dark. Yet Im hurting you. I dont want to hurt you anymore Mother.
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I didn't know that they were born or should die, but I know that it is easy to forget what I came for Among so many who have always lived here...
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