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I don't know why I'm in this world but I love to wear curls.I have No friends I committed many sins.A heart I must have a dad I wanna have thoughts I think every day,I wonder will I find my way love I grew to learn the sheets on my bed will eventually will burn.A mother what it is I even forgave the things she did. Regrets I'll always fear sounds I always hear.nevertheless I'm sick of stress waiting for my turn, the end Death.