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I Have The Army

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WRITERandPOET

Published: Aug 31, 2011

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I am not alone.

Everyone in the BVB army.
I have something,
To say to you.

I love you.

You are not alone. You are never alone. There will always be someone there who cares. You are part of an army. An army of people that care. We support each other.

You are not alone.
You are never alone.

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I wrote this one for everyone in the BVB army, because I love you all

You are never alone, so don't ever think that you are. There will always be someone in your life that cares and wants to help you. I am willing to be that person