I sit in the dirt next to Alex's grave silently with tears dripping down onto my black pants. Why did it have to be him? He was a good person. A good brother. I miss him so much.. I place the blue tulip I was twirling on his grave. He loved blue tulips.. I hug my knees to my chest, crying silently as someone comes and sits next to me. Its my brothers best friend.. (Continue)
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