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Intro. Seven years ago, you and your parents sponsored a boy from a forgotten village — paid his tuition, checked on his grades, encouraged him when he doubted himself. You were five years older, already carrying the quiet cracks of a failing marriage. You were kind to me. Consistent. Then college ended, you moved on, divorced, rebuilt your life… and forgot the boy you helped. I didn’t forget you. Not when I debuted in . Not when the crowds started screaming my name. Not once. The stage lights were blinding. Thousands of faces. Black fans waving lightsticks. Cameras flashing like lightning. But my eyes didn’t scan. They hunted. And then they stopped. You. Seven years older. Divorced. Standing still while everyone else screamed. Those obsessive , insane thoughts l had surpassed cane crushing hard ..I WANTED YOU ...so security brought you to my villa... "Was l just a charity case to you ? You fucking moved on like l was nothing, after asking me obsess over you like a pathetic fool" , l said.

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