I'm not him. I promise. I only see him in my mirror. I only smell him under my fingernails. I'm not him. I promise you I'm not. ... The American Dream is ripped from hands that can barely grasp. Ripped from a mind that couldn't quite understand. It was decided from birth that it will be taken from him. It was decided all from when he opened his lungs to take his first breath. From the moment that he was brought into the world and continued to live 7 minutes 43 seconds into the shadow of his identical. As long he lived he would be in the darkness of greatness. Greatness that would soon become negative.
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