Rip Lips 06
the death of my brother was a tragedy,the thought of him keeps me awak ,i
remember like it was just yesterday, me coming home from memorial at 7:30pm
remembering nobody wanting me to know, knowing i'd go crazy. what you know i
did knowing the closet thing to me is gone.
Copyright © Caroline Maes | Year Posted 2007
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