I walk in to the room, not smiling yet not anything at all. I keeping walking and holding on to what would be next. Holding on to the past yet letting go of the one I remmder. I walk in thinking that I know but yet I don't. I don't know what is to come and what is next. I stand there looking at the one that I knew and the ones that loved him. I stand there to help and be with in what I belong to. I stand next to a family that is also a family to me.
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