I was over my Aunt's house
and were painting rocks,
(don't ask) and I made mine
a devil. I'm not into the whole
teenage rebellion thing but
he's the coolest. He's smiling
and has an afro.
Well for my first entry, i'll talk about my brother. He's a very down to earth guy, funny, and all together cool. But, when he writes lyrics or poems for his band it's like he's a different person. Like he goes to the dark, depressing corners of his mind and heart and writes what he feels. Sometimes it makes me worry, envy, but altogether proud of him. Both him and my mom are good at writing things like that. Perhaps one day i'll write like them...
I'll post some of it later when my brother
gives me them.
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