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This is a letter to my unborn, sorry that you couldn't see the world in human form. Can't plant you seeds but I still adore. Cause it ain't easy when you nigga poor.
That sad looking stranger who sits all alone,In a room full of people, yet a world of their own,You can't help but notice, intuition your guide,You have to approach them to see what's inside,
