i sit alone in my room rain falling outside studying the photo album with my head down fighting tears and pretend boredom,i flip through the pages pictures galore, mom with dad dre and i pretending to be bad me with my friends, all alone on that hill now we are different, such a bitter pill flip another page, dre and i going to school eight years would follow of me playing the fool of me wanting to be with dre, like dre i think that was just the way he liked to see me and we are so different now away from each other, and how! i turn the page, i catch my breath me and my father, the look on his face of death i fear my father, what he will do when i tell him what i have told you from age they fade, the pictures we took all i am is what, i close the book inside me i feel the approach of fear i think and out of my eye comes a tear im weeping with sadness, the pictures are torn but a calmness fills me, and i am reborn the rain stops, i turn and leave another saturday night i will now concede.Birth sign: Aries
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