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Dear Brother
My poor dear brother,
I don't know you
and you don't know me.
Your name is Robert.
My name is Crystal.
You were born on march 4th,
and I was born on March 14th.
You are three years older,
and i am three years younger.
But, my poor dear brother,
Although we don't know much
bout each other, I somehow still feel close to you
and I know that someday we'll meet again.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:51 am
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