Silly stories for silly people. ☆

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I ached hoping I could convince my brother
that he was good.
That he has good in him.
"He was good"
As I held back tears sitting in the car with him.
Because no matter how many tears I shed . .
no matter how many times
i've broken down in my room.
Begging god to bring you back to me.
Each night I still ask god above
Why must I be a teenager in love?

"You need to move on." my brother said.
But I still dream of you every night,
hoping I won't wake up this time.

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Just because you're hurting,
doesn't mean i'm not..