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I don't even know if this count as a poem, but whatever. It's something.

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Gempa:

A soul watching his elder pain,
Sadness spreading in his heart.
His brother that he held so dear,
Slowly dying with sarcrifice.

Enough was done,
No longer can he watch.
The soul stood up,
Taking pain in his brother's stead.

And so he becomes,
The copy of his brother,
The parent his siblings needed,
And the person he never had.

"It's painful, it's hard" the boy said. "But never will I regret it, not in a million life"

Because his soul is pure,
His heart so kind.
His brothers that he loved so much,
Are worth every dime.

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Am I supposed to learn? Yes. Yes, I am.
Am I learning? Nope.

Jk, I'm just taking a break.

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