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I know I'm just a street rat... I come from poor, sick people who tried at least. All I have in this world is all this love and admiration pour out of me endless and effortless. A passionate fire in my heart burns everyday. I think the world of you always. I love you and I live your pain, and your strength, your talent, you grace, your growth, your honesty and dedication. But most of all I love that beat in your chest, the air you breath and the ground you walk on.
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