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Little Brother

I've never met a person who could make me angry as quickly as you. But when I need someone to make me laugh unexpectedly- you do that too. Mom always told us, when we were certain we couldn't be related, That we'd never stop needing each other. A sibling couldn't be traded. We often joked that hospitals switch babies all the time. But deep down I knew, that even with your very worst parts, you were mine. It's been quite awhile since I heard you laugh. I find myself replaying conversations wishing they would last. Missing all the things so uniquely you Wishing I'd known sooner that what Mom said was true. You're more like me than either of us could have known. Now I see that losing you is like losing my only way home, Because I have a connection to you unlike any other. It was unavoidable. You're my little brother.
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Sep 19, 2011
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