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It's hard to believe


Three brothers I have the oldest now missing I cry towards his absence hoping and wishing While leaving his job he pulled out toward the street a drunk driver hit him till his car was beat I sat outside the hospital waiting to say my goodbyes yelling into the sky "God, my brother? Why? He looked at me said "Ashley please" I said "Please what" he said "don't forget me" It's hard to believe this could happen to me That my brother was killed by a car in full speed
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