Symphony

Symphony

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Please there is no need to feel pity is what I said every time some one would feel bad for me because my brother died young. That of course is sad but I can cope. What I can't cope with is my mother and father. But no one needs to know about that. One would would believe me anyway. But this special boy will not leave me alone ever sense he sensed there was something wrong. He believes there is more problems than the one I have. Maybe he's right. He keeps telling me,"Never look back." All I now is ever sense I've met him he's been my symphony. -------------------------------------------
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