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| My brother, was my very best friend. Only he, could understand. Why did he have to go? It was him, I needed so. When will I wake up? Maybe, I better not wake up. They say, you are gone. Now, with them I have withdrawn. True, it is a fact. I won't react. They must believe me. You'd never leave me. I'm not playing. I won't hear, what they're saying. I sit here waiting. I don't even go skating. When we play a game It's not even the same. There is no sun Or any fun. Sometimes, I wish, I would wake up. But, I just can't give up By Sue � 7/20/01 |
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