A poem I had written a long time ago.
My brother means everything to me. I may not act like it, but he does. What if one day... he wasn't there? He'd ceased to exist? He died? I couldn't bear that. This is a poem written on those thoughts.
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A poem I had written a long time ago.
My brother means everything to me. I may not act like it, but he does. What if one day... he wasn't there? He'd ceased to exist? He died? I couldn't bear that. This is a poem written on those thoughts.
MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips.
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This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the...