I remember years ago someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love.
It was my mum funeral and those were the words she always used to say to me. I love her. I see my dad turn to walk outside. I decide to leave him alone wanting to be alone myself. My younger brother is in my arms crying his eyes out. My mum died giving birth to him. He's our little reminder but our dad blames him. Its not his fault.
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Songs Into Stories
Short Storyill be taking the first line of a song and creating a story from that one line. one shots the songs are the first that play as i shuffle my music
