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My gordie. Thomas the tank engine. Bob the builder. It suddenly doesnt matter anymore when you want death instead of life. I love you and i respect you and I'm sorry i have to leave you. I'm sorry i have to go. I love you so much. You're my world. My everything. I'm sorry I have to break the promise I once made to you because of how selfish I am. But this is what I need. This is where I have to go.

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