Alone and divided

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When you look in my phone. There is something lost in one simple glance;  The existence that defines me. A piece of me that I couldn't bury at birth.    Photos of my loved ones overflow the drive, 
When I'm on the inside from the outside I'm still on the outside in the inside Where my money is no good Or I speak with a tone that's foreign to hood Either way they expect me to be the same
Asher Lev thrown between two destinies, Art and Religion Determined to follow both, but drawn to one Unable to stop and destroys himself When he realized he couldn’t be both, It was already too late  
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