The thought of knowing
that you will never come back
is like driving a high-speed train
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Things held in a deep hollow hole,
for no eyes to see, for no ears to hear
Held in the depths of the whole
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This Poem is dedicated to my little brother Corey Williams {1993-1993}
This is your sister, that you never got to know
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You are my light in the dark
You are my companion,
during my lonely walks through the park
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