Brother, how many times have I pushed you away; saying I hate you?
A dozen? A hundred? More?
Brother, tell me, do you think less of me for everytime I pushed you away?
No? Yes? Maybe? No change?
Brother, you have showed me what kindness and love truly is.
And now I will tell you as frankly as I can what it means to be with you:
It means to be loved, cared for, and to feel like you're not left out.
Dedicated to my one and only brother who is the only person I live in in our house... our mom sends us money weekly and stuff. But that's personal so ya...
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