Birth of something special, bred by a rebel, cursed rain drops soak in turning his heart into metal, infant of a god, father of a rebel with a cause, eyes of the lost, kid of the future, soul of the past, in debt to the broken hour glass, the minutes are slow the hours are fast, A lone man sitting in distort as the days pass.
Never expect, never demand, never assume.
Know your limits, know your role, know where you stand.
Don’t get affected, don’t get jealous, don’t get paranoid.
Just go with the flow and stay HAPPY and do you.
The night he found out that his dad past away.Honestly a powerful picture. Game day and you find out a person you love is gone?
I reblog this every time.
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