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by Kisa Sep 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I cry night and day They try to stop me But I can't He makes me cry He can stop me! He's not here How can he? I hate him I love him He's my brother. My brother I long for him September 17, He turns 20 I dedicate this to him My big brother I call him kuya He calls me Roxanne He'll be there I tell you right next to me. When I go it'd be just like his on my birthday. I'll meet him then somehow; somewhere he'll be there I tell you Waiting for me to get to him. I love him I hate him I miss him MY Brother...