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Brotherly Love -FMA-May Spoil-"Brother, brother!" I wept and cried,
I stared blankly, at where my brother used to lay,
No, he did equivalent exchange.
He sacrificed himself to put me back the way I was.
I shook my head,
Wiping my tears away,
"Edward, you idiot! How could you!?" I screamed, looking down.
I never felt such anger or in fact, emotional pain before.
I always felt hollow inside ever since that day.
I stared at my hands, my newly flesh made hands.
I was whole again..
It's my fault, and always was!
It's my fault we ended up like we did
It's my fault he gave himself up like this?
Is this what they call brotherly love?
I knelt down by the place my brother used to lay,
I pounded the ground with my fists, angerly
My actions were different--more vengenful then before..
My thoughts of my past swirled around in my head
Then I snapped back,
Realizing my brother now dead
That's what it's called, isn't it?
Isn't it what Edward did for me something called that?
HimHere he is, again. Here, in my home. A person I rather dislike. Maybe like or much more than Michael. A moron who is too obsessed with my own mother to even lead a different life. I perfer her rather not to even be dealing with this....maniac. I am truly disguisted with him. Tuesday, yes, Tuesday was where it all just...broke. My tolerance for him. He had come with me to see an internet buddy with me and my grandma and my mom. Toleranting those two was horrible. My grandmother wasn't all that bad..yet, she has alsimers, unforuntately. Him. Yes, him, the one who I've mentioned--yet not named. His name is Tommy. He came with us three to the mall and what do I find to my surprise? He slept all the way to the mall, alas it was only about a thirty minute trip. We were late and we did not find my friend there. Instead we stayed there for only about thirty minutes. When we tried to leave, Tommy could not stand up. Tommy could even walk straight. When we were going back out to the car. He walk
FriendshipWhat is friendship?
Is it a rose or a thorn?
Is it love or is it hate?
Is it it something that we could just walk by?
Friendship to me is something that should be known..
Like a bird helping it's mate with the nest building,
Or a human swinging on the swing with another pushing,
Friendship to me is something that I am treasuring.
I know, I know I have not many friends in real life
And people backstab me,
My real life 'friends' don't care enough
To atleast ask me to the movies
Or to atleast visit..
But I do have real, true friends on the internet.
Sure, I can't see them or hug them,
But I can talk with them about my problems
Or how I feel
They listen, unlike those in real life.
What they type on the screen,
Could be something that makes me smile,
Or something that could make me worry.
They've always been there for me,
And they always will be.
They are true friends.
True friends talk
True friends worry about you and ask you whats wrong
True friends try to let you in on the fun
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