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What can I say.....
Nelly.
The lips, the eyes, the voice, the body, the mind, the lyrics.
The struggles, the accomplisments, the goals, the dreams.
The flaws, the perfection. Everything.
From knowing what type of toilette tissue he uses to what his weirdest eating habbit -- and every(almost) little thing in between.
I cry sometimes -- And smile, just WHAT IF I was to meet him. What would I say? How would I say it?
Would I even be able to say it? I doubt it.
I cry when he's on TV, the radio -- and so on. It was the happiest moment at the rap concert I went to when they just played a music video of his. Not even the full thing, just a part of it -- And it was the best.
Anyways, I'll stop now because I could go on and on...
:)