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Please I need to come home. Stop with the anger. Please let it go. I will earn everything back even if I feel I should not have lost it. But you have to give me a shot a real one. You can’t ask me to fight and be mean or hateful. I hate that my survival lives with you again. It’s easy to run. It’s hard to fight. To forgive. You fight but only half. It was not real. It was like cleaning a tanker with a dry rag. You merely wiped the fumbles and spread the mess. You were wrong as well. Yes I was wrong. But I have given everything fought without break. I took punishment and tournament that was not mine with out complaint. I stood by y’all not only you punished me, but you also allowed others to do so without others to disrespect me. You encouraged it and all I ask of you Was to be nice. I have the necessary material now I’ve been waiting. I’m done being inside and I’m done. I need to come home.
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