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Dec 2019
My days go from overcast to sunny skies, why?, cause he done took a look into his father's eyes, cry?, No just hold em back like he did his, he's just a baby smiling here daily just like them kids, he is, a reflection of me growing in this section like me, so if I play my cards right, he'll show the affection of me, it'll take a second to be- just like his father in a happy home, days where he's alone, blown, torn and he'll probably mourn, shown to be a fighter- in the toughest conditions, so he will make it to my level beyond the long roughest missions, and just like me he will witness that higher lifting when his son tries, skies open wide, as he takes pride through his father's eyes.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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