.a note about a reason.

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The reason why I don’t wanna go to bed in an angry state, and why I always insist to talk and clear things up before we close our eyes at night, is because I’m afraid that if I die before I wake, you’d never know how sorry I was and how much I love you and that you always mean the whole world to me.

(To: my family.)

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