The anniversary

Today is so hard it’s the day my brother died.

So il keep it short for all your faults and you had a lot every single day I think of you miss you hate myself for not being a better brother.

I am proud to be your brother and miss you every single day. You where loved you where worthwhile you mattered maybe not to everyone but to me you where.

I hang my head in shame knowing now I could have done more and all I ask is you can forgive.

You where worth knowing and I loved you and still do.

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