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To everything I know, to every sense I have, to that Heart of Gold, to my selfish sense, to nights stayed up crying, scared, lonely, and praying for peace not knowing anything... to the past, present, and future. To all the good times, to all those short nights spent with KC. They say you'll die if you die in your sleep... it's a lie. To all these when I fall asleep tonight, I find contention with you in my rest. A promise is a promise.



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