Andrew

A Poem by Bird

He's nice,

The best one,

Didn't leave me alone,

He's colorful,

Like laughter,

Shine like sun,

He loves me, only me,

And so as I do!

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Our siblings are with us from the cradle to the grave. Their lives impact our own, immeasurably so.

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Added on October 9, 2019
Last Updated on October 9, 2019

Timid, Nice bird. Panophobia:Fear of everything. PTSD after mamma and dada became a past, a photograph. more..

Trauma

Afraid