DEAR BROTHER

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You were bullied
You were abused
You cried
You were hurt.
You got your revenge
You hurt the ones who hurt you.
Actions have consequences,
You got one of the worst.
They put you in jail
Simply for tripping a kid
Who hurt you.
The kid's father has no idea
How hard that hit.
I bullet to a pillow.
An axe to a neck.
It hurt me,
Did it hurt you?
I love you, i do
It hurt me. It did.
I know you're scared. I am too
I'll be here, always and forever.

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