Up to this day I still can not forget
The tears were making my cheeks wet.
I couldn’t stop crying,
My little brother was dying.
I didn’t know what to do.
What would you do if it was you?
I felt like I was going to die,
Sometimes I still think of him and cry.
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yo thats deep g heck yeah.
evander brady #23
Every time I read this poem, I get a little teary-eyed. Sniffle, Sniffle.
Lesli
orale simon fool esta chingo este chingo este poema ese.firme.isau
who siad life easy if life didn't sad or vary sad then we wouldn't be happy so life dose balance out.
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