Reflection:

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The sky is filled with clouds,
Cold breeze hit my face,
The trees appear to be dancing
and the rain is starting to fall.

I'm riding in the wet street,
The windows of the car are down.
It's cold but it feels nice
and helps me to think.

Think about the past,
My friends, school, my family
and pretty much about everything
but especially in what would have happen if my family
Had accept me.

Why they don't accept me? Well...
It's a long story that happen to me and it could happen or it's happening to you.

Why I'm riding?
Well I'm moving of the house of my parents, I'm living the country and I'm going to start a new life.
My past no longer exists,
I'm a new person without fear of being rejected, bullied, excluded or being treated with racism.
NOW I'm free and happy
of being ME.


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