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There is nothing that can be measured by what you have been through. I cry every time I hear you tell it. You put your arm on my shoulders. I can still not how you manage to live with it. I complain about my life but when you tell I have nothing to complain about. I have tried to kill you and I can understand it. But you know that you are an out of the most wonderful friends I have.
Annons