鈥淥ne night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, Make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the Father prayed, Dear God, Make me the kind of man my son wants me to be.鈥�
Not much to say about me, those who know me they already know how my life is and is all about, but those who dont know me just hit me up and ull find out.
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