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Thank you for Saving my Skin

Thank you for being born in a dirty manger, to save my skin.

Thank you for obeying imperfect parents, and probably stubborn, for years, to save my skin.

Thank you for locking yourself in a body that needs to eat, sleep, urinate, defecate, burp, fart, and when it gets sick it’s a good-for-nothing, to save my skin.

Thanks for not having a place lay your head, to save my skin.

Thank you for letting your best friend betray you, to save my skin.

Thank you for not defending yourself in an unfair trial, to save my skin.

Thank you for letting them kill you, even though they challenged you to save yourself, to save my skin.

Thank you for being alone, to save my skin.

Thanks for getting up from the dead, to save my skin.

Thank you for arriving on time to save my skin.

I love you too.

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