A message

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A message to the little girl i wanted to be to the little core soul of me i promise to give you mental wealth and all that you deserve im sorry this life started rough and you never really knew where home was i am sorry you never had enough to grow into peace and prosperity i love you my innocent girl you didn't not choose this fate im sorry i pushed you into the back of my mind safe from harm the quietest place i now know i only aided in your projectile suicide im sorry for this fate i wish i could give you the ever ounce of love i see im sorry i don't represent such things maybe if we tune out the world and build a fort it doesn't matter we will be the only ones there yet again i promise to bring you everlasting peace even if it means never seeing love as it fits

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