Me and the twins. We got rough at times, They would always win.
I was the only friend, That could tell both of them apart. Being identical twins, Their other friends found this hard.
Over the years, We remained friends. But this was only true, Until the bitter end.
I moved away, they got into drugs, It was so sad for them, Their parents finally divorced, Their marriage could not mend.
The twins got worse, As they teamed with their older brother. Their father left the house, But they stayed with their mother.
The shame was apparent, Their family could not handle the theft. They were always stealing money, And anything valuable that was left.
Rehab was so expensive, That the family was always broke. But their mother endured, And always felt there was hope.
The hope came to an end, When one of them died, An overdose took his life, It hurt so much I constantly cried.
The remaining twin, And his older brother, Straightened out their lives, And helped out their mother.
Never let it get to this stage, You must reach out for help, Families must stick together, Love means more than wealth.
This is based on a true story.
BobEmaKK@aol.com
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