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 Nov 2019 ben whittaker
Ranita
I hate him so much
I miss the way he treated me
I miss his friendship and how he made me laugh
I miss him taking care of me in every aspect
I miss the car rides we took listening to amazing music
My brother killed himself May 2014.
Makes sense that I would mix missing him and hating him in the same poem.

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