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Dear Big brother


My first friend, 

I thought it would never end. 

we grew up, we grew apart,

left the house and your life began to start.

Its been two years, 

I begin to form tears. 

who would have known, 

facing Germany all on your own.

wishing you were here, 

because I grow up this year.

Love,

Emily

 

 

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