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Brother
My brother and I stopped seeing each other and I wished he'd die.
He passed away two weeks ago and I'm falling to pieces as I cry.
We never patched things up and I never got the chance to apologize.
When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a man who I despise.
I should've patched things up with my brother and made things right.
But my damn stubbornness caused me to refuse to do it out of spite.
It really tears a person apart when a family member dies.
A man can't remove his scars no matter how hard he tries.
I should've held him in my arms and told him that I loved him.
The guilt gets worse everyday and my future looks pretty grim.
