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When we were young, I knew you.

At times we were so close.

You hated me because I was the youngest.

I hated you because you were gross.



When we were young,

we played video games.

I broke the controller more then once.

You got mad at me,

And I cried.

I told you to leave me alone.



When you were young,

You made fun of me.

On the bus you made me cry.

I always wanted to be with you.

I never really had any one else

I only had you guys.



I was there when you were bleeding.

A puck struck you in the head.

I was so scared at that moment..

And other times I wished you were dead.



Every time we played hockey..

I wished for your team to win.

I broke my stick 1000 times,

Because I was angry.

What a sin.



But then things became different.

I’m not your little sister any more.

I hardly even speak two words to you.

Things aren’t like the way they were before.



You have got your own style.

Your own life to live.

I wish I was a part of it,

I never knew it’d be like this.



When we were young,

I loved you.

I knew there could be no other.

But now…I don’t even know where we stand.

You used to be my brother.