At some point everyday, I cry.
Don’t ask me what’s wrong. Just assume it is from the loss of my brother.
Because when you ask me what’s wrong that makes me cry even more.
Life, Family, Trying to Be Happy
At some point everyday, I cry.
Don’t ask me what’s wrong. Just assume it is from the loss of my brother.
Because when you ask me what’s wrong that makes me cry even more.
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