Chasing butterflies and red skies.
He’s invisible,
Not alive,
Not feeling any of these punches and kicks,
He’s cold dead on the bathroom where they found him,
He’s so fragile so delicate.
But if you play with fire its gonna burn you.
"Gee never leave me," The younger brother clung to his elder with a death grip "Please never leave me again." He sobbed
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