let me just say: you have a reason for being alive. You have a purpouse. There are people who love you. If you think there are none, I'll love you. You are all beautiful and unique, and each have a story. Do. Not. Forget that. Ever.
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I got my ticket for the long way ‘round
Two bottle ‘a sweet tea for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?