When my Dre died I broke inside which was already shattered! Ive accepted that loving him was a lesson and cant imagine what I would have been learning the hard way if I didnt take the time to absorb him. All though I walk around carrying fragments of broken mirror that is I, it isnt hard to smile & laugh a good genuine laugh and love REAL HARD but it is even easier to Cry until my chest feels like its caving in or to image doing the unimaginable to someones baby to make them suffer! Shrug smh but I smile more these days!
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 13:26:39 +0000