K.E.K.O.
(18+)
He had true colors about him. It was always eye talk between us, and we'd laugh without a word or move around. A kind of different brother I inherited. The one you could sit on a tree with near the river and be silently in peace in everything around you. He was a great God-given friend. One I wished, I could've sang to more. It'll never feel real, for even now, it feels all too fake... You were there since day one! I know we weren't blood, but that doesn't change a thing. It never did. I know that when time comes, everyone perceives the outcomes differently. I wanted to paint you across the canvas outside my head. Only... My heart and soul are too injured to do so. Therefore, I hope to remember your colors and not forget. I pray to God I can outbeat the illness inside of me, and hopefully, by then, you won't just be another memory. I slide down into my top drawer like all the rest. I love ya, dear one! I always will, our friend, for family doesn't end in blood. Hmph- Did it ever‽
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