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Feb 2016
If you want to make it up to me
Out of worries that I'm mad
Then you should know that I'm not mad
But I do have one wish.
Just be good to her.
Love her
With the love you never gave me
And the love that is hers
So she can overflow with compassion
And a heart ache that isn't from the traditional pain
But from a burst of
So
Much
Love.
Love my little sister in the way
You never got to love me.
Negra
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Negra  Chicago
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     Trevon Haywood
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