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HE


I always knew he was unique like a vintage boutique, only understood by a handfull I understood he was the man who'll go on to do something great if not ceased by someone, something else, or inner hate.Life based on pain you couldn't protect yourself from with the srongest anecdote.. so he'd tote it all around heavy burdens often if not all the time threatened to bring him down. Believed none ,but trusted only ONE God ,but was sometimes a skeptic on if next week would bring a squad of dark days he had dark ways ,but was a bright person wanting, waiting, searching for answers he had right in front of his face doing this he only transferred to others unnecessary hate.At the end of the day he just wants it all to go away ,At the end of the day HE will be just fine ,HE will be ok.
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