October 24, 2009
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i try and write a poem but my brother gets there first my parents sent his first poem to friends and family
but i am but his shadow
i got no cools, no hugs, no high fives my poems and stories were not advertised for him i am happy, yes i am but sadly, every muscle i have aces, for the love, and for the praise of what i have seen but not received like him
i were a mask if invisability
i want to be seen.

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