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A letter to my daughter


My life was a game i was trying to beat It caused me to stumble as i walked the street So many storys people will tell you Im sorry for who i was I did things just because Beautifull i promise i will be there Im sorry For now its just not fair Im sorry i had to leave I hope when your older you forgive me And see the man ive came to be Your face is what drives me every day She wont let me see you i tryed to stay My past isnt a preaent She holds onto who i was Her answer why is just because One day ill have you in my arms again Im sorry my daughter for now i must pretend Baby Ace BR
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