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 I will die all nights i have to to tell you that i love you no matter what. I was born to be good. Daddy mommy i love you im sorry. I couldnt be raised by you. Love and pain. I was raised. I said to my self. I wanna cry and go away. I said no. Vixtor love is here no it might be gone. What matters is that u felt it. Remember the world is cruel. For a young boy with no hope