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May 31
for years you were bubby
and you called me *****
I didn't realize
that there would come a time
where you would stop calling me that
and would beg me to stop saying bubby
on the playground at school
you were always the older one, the protector
and I was the one you looked out for
I didn't realize there would come a time
where we would stop depending on one another
and become each other's enemies
we'd been through hell together
got taken away from our mother together
all we had was each other
so eventually there came a time
when we realized that we were allowed to be friends again
and became everything we needed for each other
just in time
for you to leave me for your next chapter
to my older brother.
Lyle
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Lyle  16/F/USA
(16/F/USA)   
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