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Apr 2013
Shotgun to your head.
It's over now you're dead.
We don't have to worry
Are you safe ?
How bad the pain ?
How kind of you to **** yourself
so we don't have to worry
We can get on with our lives
won't see you stumble drunk
don't have to criticize
or spout the ultimatums
Too bad you couldn't take our guilt
Our love was not enough
our patience wore right thin
there was so much to fear to lose
(we blamed it on the bitter *****)
We did not take you in
Did not save you from yourself

We have our lives to live.
You'll never leave our memory.
How are we to forgive ?
on my brother's death three years ago
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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