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I forgive you with all of my dead heart.

Be my crutch when my legs are not enough to keep me standing strong.

Feel the music through body, get in touch with your soul.

I'm never good enough for you.

Spanish and English. We always talked about being free...but you never try.

I was always afraid of thunderstorms...

His departure was my end, too.

You revel in the flames and stare in awe at your destruction.

All I ask is that you never let go of my hand.

Musings on losing my little brother.