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If you could see my face right now you would be scared. I haven’t looked in the mirror in 4 years because if I do, I’m afraid it will crack. I’m tired of this life that I’ve been living.
Dear Listeners,   We find it worthwhile, To tell you that, He was a father, But he was Black. He was a husband,
Large, mystical, and unpredictable, He guided us through the night. He saw us enter the alley That led us to shivering from fright.  
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