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My Brother

His eyes are empty of any feeling,
Ignoring everything in his way,
As if nothing but he is breathing,
A knife in my windpipe to be with everyday,
A whinig baby bird,
Like a prince in a castle with no crown,
An obnoxious ignorant little turd,
Brings nothing to ones face except maybe a frown,
Sometimes I think he must care,
It can't all be so dark and cold,
Love has to be deep within,
But my story of hope is getting old,
A brother who doesn't give a dime,
Is a brother who isn't worth my time.




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