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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