Why?
Why would he do this?
He was so kind, so unselfish.
He was different, not like the rest.
He didn't hate me cuz my brothers told him too.
I liked him.
He was different. WAS.
Now he is gone.
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This journal holds all the poems I have writen. I dont just writen cuz that feels weird for some reason. I proabley have bad spelling but whatever. Although they're not like a poem but at the sometime they are...but whatever. =) Enjoy!
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Imperfections in appearenes are easy to see, imperfections in the soul are harder.