When I was young, younger than the world around me, I had nothing. Nothing to give, nothing to lose. The world was vast, compared to my tiny self.
It's unimaginable, how empty I was.
I wasn't alone, though. I had my brothers. They were much more than a companion, a friend. They taught me about emotions, helped me become who I am today. I'm me, thanks to them.
Oh, my brother, I can't stand this. I can't stand those tears in your eyes. I know I am not capable of it, but I want to cry in your place. I want to stop those tears.
It's as if I'm dying when I see you so melancholic, so broken, so sad. Your illness hurts me more than mine own does.
Let's not hold it in, oh brother. Let's cry.
I don't much about sadness, yet I'll cry, for you've made me begin.
You've made me who I am today, you've made me again, oh, you've made me begin.
Let's smile together now, dear brother.
A/N: I'm back! And here's another song lyric based short piece. The song's name is Begin by BTS. You all can request songs if you want to :D These lyrics are so sweet though, so innocent! Please note that this piece is based on the lyrics of the song, not my original idea. Comment and vote if you liked it!
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Histoires Courtes
General Fiction"Musings and stories of an ordinary girl, who's just trying to sum up her infinite stream of thoughts into small little miracles."
