my brother watched a star die.
I hear the birds outside my open window.
I told his sad eyes my desire to depart,
leaving him, mixed feelings deep in my heart.
my one chance to finish what I start.
but still it remains every inch of this place has been marred.
the black billows of smoke in my dripping eyes doesn't hurt half as much
as her disapproval in where I rest my head.
who lives in my house.
no matter that I would always prefer it be her instead.
sometimes people just forget the meaning of friend.
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