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It is 3am and i can't sleep..
or just don't want to.
Today seeing my brother really got to me.
Him laying on that bed all incapable of moving,
and those big brown gorgeous eyes finally wide open glaring at me, and see tears fallfrom his faceand him trying to mouth to me, knowing he can't talk..it freaking kills me..and evertime i think about it, i just cry, cause i want him to be better, and happy, and not in pain..I just want my brother back, that's all.
on the brightside, today is me and Stephens 3 week.
yay us.
i am going to "sleep"
goodnight