Practically my brother,
One I feel with me at all times but the present,
You were made to leave me for now,
But I know our eyes will meet again,
And soon your embrace will give me strength once more,
How does it feel?
To be loved in such a way,
The way, that I love you?
Why do I, in the way that you dont see..............
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