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My love is bigger than my heart can bare It swelled at the thought of you My love for you was free like the wind in my hair I knew from the beginning this was too good to be true
my baby brother younger though smarter than me a fact you make known
Dear Brother, I write to you in a letter of clichés, Mostly because I'm not really sure what to do anymore. Burnt thoughts, burried sins I never knew how to talk to you.
I can’t do this anymore. I flip the chessboard off the table and stare at my brother’s shocked face. Everyday he asks me to play chess. Everyday I say no.
Hi Clay!! Its Nia.
i watch a brother suffer his pain spilled out of his eyes like milk pouring on a cereal i look at the disintegrate figure from the crack he was sucking from his face down to his crusty feet