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the death of my brother was a tragedy. the thought of him keps me awake. I rememer it like it was just yesterday, me coming home form memorial hospital at 7:30pm. remembering nobody wanting me to know,knowing i'd go crazy, what you know i did, knowing the closet thing to me is gone.


Submitted:Jan 11, 2007    Reads: 95    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


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