Probably.

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I'm tired,you know,
of living this way,
but what can I do,
I've always let the fear stop me,
this time there are people that need me,
I can't do this to them.

I'll live,
for them,
for Nic,
for Remus,
for Ed,
for Mattie,
for my family.

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