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Post by Nicole on Nov 7, 2005 20:28:56 GMT -5
A brother was a friend of mine. He brought me through the hurt sometimes.
I whispered in the phone that night. He took my fears and held me tight.
I walked him down the path of life. I walked beside him, not in front or behind.
He cooked, he cleaned, he imitated me. Brother thanks for life my friend. Thanks for times, time and time again.
I wonder if you will ever change. I wonder if I will stay the same. I listen lightly to myself. I am afraid. You are gone and I am alone. By myself again. I am alone again brother, best friend.
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