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there is always a cause for wantin a life nice and honest maybe to make someone proud maybe to keep a promise. maybe you don't like waste, like keeping your keys in your cars ignition. we all have our reasons mine started when i was 13 years of age just an unmotivated teen going through fits of rage my dad picked me up after a day of practice and gave me news that stung more than hugging a cactus my uncle larry died. i was filled with non belief and i looked at my dad inviting any kind of relief but the depressions got it and i need the stength to tell them to leave cause they are bad guest and over stay their welcome so months after, while i was contemplating why the good die young, if this was God just hating and making my life **** that's when i had my epiphany i was stuck looking one way, i had to shift and see that mouring his death wouldn't be allowed with him. he'd say i was wasting the mind i was endowed with so i got rid of my morbid fascination and said no more truency ,disrespect or procrastination i promised to walk the path my uncle paved in the hopes he will be proud from beyond the grave.
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
revelations part 3
there is always a cause for wantin a life nice and honest maybe to make someone proud maybe to keep a promise. maybe you don't like waste, like keeping your keys in your cars ignition. we all have our reasons mine started when i was 13 years of age just an unmotivated teen going through fits of rage my dad picked me up after a day of practice and gave me news that stung more than hugging a cactus my uncle larry died. i was filled with non belief and i looked at my dad inviting any kind of relief but the depressions got it and i need the stength to tell them to leave cause they are bad guest and over stay their welcome so months after, while i was contemplating why the good die young, if this was God just hating and making my life **** that's when i had my epiphany i was stuck looking one way, i had to shift and see that mouring his death wouldn't be allowed with him. he'd say i was wasting the mind i was endowed with so i got rid of my morbid fascination and said no more truency ,disrespect or procrastination i promised to walk the path my uncle paved in the hopes he will be proud from beyond the grave.
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
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