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Jul 2011
He was strong.
He knew how to hustle.
He wanted to survive then he found love.

He lost his home.
He left town.
He got back everything, then he found love.

He came back home.
He received it back, a third time.
He was better than ever, then he found love.

He was lonely.
He thought family didn't care.
Lust became a problem, because he thought he found love.

Now he's stuck.
All bridges burned.
No one to turn to, not even "love".
.. A poem I wrote about my brother.
Written by
Kiara McNeil  122/F/usa.
(122/F/usa.)   
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