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May 2014
Bless god for giving me, the strength to live on and to see. You obtaining opportunities, not bestowed upon me. So you will be, what I couldn't be. Ashamed of you, I will never be.  May your bright future be a reflection of me. Your flaws, your talent, all inherited, I agree. But, the stubbornness is your mother's side, don't blame it all on me. With the Father's right guidance; I hand you the key; to your future, and past and future Dynasty.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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