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a son I could only hug once a month,
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and I would snatch your fucking hand off, you bitch!
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Rather than what I've got now. A son I will never see again,
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a son I will never hug again, a son rotting in his grave.
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Stay away from me, you bitch!
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There is no comparison between the pain you're going through
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and the pain I'm going through.
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No comparison at all. Right?
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Yeah?
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Yeah.