M.I.A
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I knew what that meant. Pops was dead. That conversation we had, just a few hours ago was the last time I was going to get the chance talk to him an' I didn't even talk. I was the man of the house now. I had momma to support. "Make me proud, boy." Those words rang through my head every day and every night of my life.
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I could barely breath seeing you die in front of me. And I couldn't do anything. I didn't even cry, I just couldn't. If you die, I wanted to die to, you where the only bright side in my life.

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