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My mother is Irish, my father is black and Venezuelan, and me - I'm tan, I guess.
I have my father to thank for my build and height, and my mother to thank for my lips and eyes.
Treat the other man's faith gently: it is all he has to believe with.
My mother gave me my drive but my father gave me my dreams.
I'm not going to deny the fact that I've tried pot. I hated it.
My father and I are friends and my mother and I don't speak. It's a bummer. I miss her.
What's worse than getting divorced?
It's taken some getting used to, that my father actually is a hero.
These times are so hard, and they're getting even harder.
