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Mar 2014
Everyday I miss you
I don't think I can make it through
Without you this world loses it's joy
I remember you as a sparkling young boy

Once full of promise and potential
But what was to happen, so influentialΒ Β 
On that faithful day my brother died
Knowing from then you'd never be by my side

This cruel world has beaten me down
This depression is merely met with frown
No one understands my inner feeling
My mind I must set to healing

How can I go on with this guilt
This beautiful life we built
So swiftly and cruelly taken away
Upon your lonsome grave sits a solemn bouquet
Steve Raishbrook
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Steve Raishbrook  27/M/Brighton
(27/M/Brighton)   
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