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I'm sorry
everyone in my family for not being as good as you thought me to be I've failed you, in every way despite what you think I will never amount to anything only a worthless piece of scum on the corner if I didn't love you as much as I did, I'd say you just disown me my brother is the one who lives up to your image I'm the forsaken one the mistaken one the black sheep of this family
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