I love him

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The blood rushed through him As she spoke of what had happened to her He loved her so Composing a plan of what to do  
I am from fond memories made with him from his smile that never leaves his face I am from his tears that form every night for they cloud his eyes from the thought of me  
Dear Little Brother When you were born I cried I told mom she’d love you more than me I was right But I loved you more to Dear little brother When you were three I didn’t want you around
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