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Hey little brother, I watched you grow before my very eyes I tried to protect you and your little heart from the lies I think back to when you were 5 and my tears flow The things that were going on, how could you know?
I am a foster youth, I am the voice of countless others Though my lips speak, this is the voice of my sisters and brothers The voice of those that are still silent in despair
I assumed the most dreadful part of losing you Would be the moment I realized You are no longer here With that biting misery of separation Or the vicious ache That would come with each memory  
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