Every year I know this day is coming, I see it as soon as september hits. Yet every year the actual day is a surprise. I’m going about my business when I have to write the date and it kills me. Its been 8 years since dilla died and I can still remember everything about that day. I feel like I can't live it every year.
He’s been gone twice as long as I knew him. That doesn’t even seem possible.
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