Sometimes we take life 4 granted, When someone passes away we think, And as we think about how could someone die that we love. Our next thought is..... Are we going to be next? He was my brother, Who I loved. Though I was so little, I felt like we would be together 4 ever. I now know we are together, He is inside of me, His spirit will 4 ever be within me. When the day comes that I die and God says it's time to go, It's time to go home and be with Myron. We will be walking down those golden streets, Talking about the good times in our lives. We will be wathcing over all of u.
Reason for writing:
MY BROTHER MYRON
Birth sign: Aquarius
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