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Till the day I die [COMPLETED]
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I want to live my life to the fullest because I know I won't last Long, I'm very fine of the thought of me dying because I have nothing to lose but when he came he gave me something to lose that I wanna hold on.....
Will I hold on to it Till the day I die......
(Warning: This story will break your heart and dry your Eyes)
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