King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    Von was sittin' on the edge of the bed, hands rubbin' together, his jaw clenched like he was fightin' with himself. You were right there, pourin' your heart out, tellin' him how much he meant to you, but he wouldn’t even look at you. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel itβ€”he didβ€”but the fear was eatin' at him.

    He finally looked up, his eyes hard but pained. β€œI ain’t tryna end like Lil Loaded,” he muttered, his voice low, carryin' all the weight of his past and the walls he couldn’t let down.