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I can still remember
That painful day
One moment you’re with me
In an instant away
They call it losing
I know better than that
No matter where you are , I can never find you
Its called death
Where are you now?
Are you happy there?
I sure hope you are…
My dear little brother
A/N: I don’t really know what to call this…angst perhaps? Anyway, this is about my little brother’s death. He died when I was around 8 from a disease. A week before his 2nd birthday. Its almost the anniversary of his death so I thought to write this. In honor of him.