I love him
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The blood rushed through him
As she spoke of what had happened to her
He loved her so
Composing a plan of what to do
I am from fond memories made with him
from his smile that never leaves his face
I am from his tears
that form every night
for they cloud his eyes
from the thought of me
Dear Little Brother
When you were born I cried
I told mom she’d love you more than me
I was right
But I loved you more to
Dear little brother
When you were three I didn’t want you around
