Beloved Agatha
Yes I broke up with your mother
But I am still your father
And we all need each other
One way or the other.
I have been trying to be stronger
But I cant hold any longer
See I am getting older
So I should set my house in order
Before I cross the golden border.
Greetings from your brother
He is now a father
I pray you see each other
Please come home Agatha
We all need each other.
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