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Uncle


When i was born 

Officially i'm an uncle

Didn't went to school, but the first day i had to learn 

Floating until i had to pop out that bubble 

growing up wasn't even awful

your nieces and nephews tease you, wouldn't please you

yet around their age, i was their role model

in the middle of their stress. situations, and worries

i'll do my best to receive the message from an SOS in a bottle

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dconde

Chicago, IL Guatemalan- American

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