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When I think about all that you’ve done for me,

I cry,

Because I’ll never be able to repay you

For everything you’ve stopped me from becoming:

Suicidal, hopeless, worthless, and weak...

A lost case, a stupid boy, someone who is meek...

I now have hope that I will overcome.

I now have confidence that I am right.

I now have beauty that is in my heart.

And it is all

Thanks to you.

So these will be my final words,

And even though we are very far apart,

You’ll forever be in my heart.

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