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I loved the very day that I seen my daughter walking, yea that shit was really applauding and she was talking, she was there small brown hair and looking gorgeous, I thought she had blue eyes at first but they were brown, but even more important, I was the there the day that she was born and I felt fucking awesome, trust me I cut the fucking cord kid, started seeing her again after a long time of fucking torment, but once again, dont see her no more because her mother's fucking awkward, So sometimes I'm isolated like an island, dont feel like talking no more I'm feeling tired am I expired? I'm losing all this kindness i'm just tryna live my life righteous, im I less of a man for missing my child, i want her to look at her dad and feel inspired, lonely at times just getting high so I dont end up taking off my wig, at night times when I'm closing up my eyelids im just tryna visualise things, dreaming about the future and absolute divine shit, but its quiet at these times alls I'm hearing is sirens in this silence, just waiting for the bomb to drop I dont affiliate with ISIS just raw bars to add to the mix I'm ontop, I'll be the icing,
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