How I feel.
Or
What I'm trying to say to you at the very least.
I don't know why you had to leave like this
Why you had to go.
I miss you already.
Still telling myself this can't be so.
You were the brother I always looked up to
in a weird,
don't do that sort of way.
But I did what you asked of me,
so why couldn't you have done what I asked of you?
Why couldn't you have saved yourself?
You wouldn't let anyone else.
This bad dream still isn't over.
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