fosterchild
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Hey little brother, I watched you grow before my very eyes
I tried to protect you and your little heart from the lies
I think back to when you were 5 and my tears flow
The things that were going on, how could you know?
I am a foster youth, I am the voice of countless others
Though my lips speak, this is the voice of my sisters and brothers
The voice of those that are still silent in despair
I assumed the most dreadful part of losing you
Would be the moment I realized
You are no longer here
With that biting misery of separation
Or the vicious ache
That would come with each memory
