Well...I love my brother, Andrew. I mean, he's kinda the perfect son my dad always wanted and there's always been a little animosity because of it, and he loves the life of music and performance...but at the same time he's on my side and hates that my dad's such a fucking D-bag. Plus, he always stands up for me when shit goes down between dad and I. I don't wanna think of the shit dad must put him through for those things and I love him for that.
Then there's my mom. She always looked out for me, never made me wear a dress, always supported my dreams and what I wanted to do when I grew up...helped me believed in myself. And, well dude she's my mom.
And you...I guess I just felt a connection at first with you, maybe it was just cause of the whole "Hey! We're dying! Life fucking sucks!" thing or something but even beyond that you just clicked with me. I guess we bring out the best in eachother.
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Hi!
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I got cake!
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[Lets him go...but kisses the top of his head before she does.]
You want some?
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Soooooo?
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Then there's my mom. She always looked out for me, never made me wear a dress, always supported my dreams and what I wanted to do when I grew up...helped me believed in myself. And, well dude she's my mom.
And you...I guess I just felt a connection at first with you, maybe it was just cause of the whole "Hey! We're dying! Life fucking sucks!" thing or something but even beyond that you just clicked with me. I guess we bring out the best in eachother.
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