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Vent Session/poem… “Dear, brother”

I am sick of sleepless nights wondering how much longer you will stick around. You inhale poison too close to the ones you claim you love. Determined to take us down with you. I refuse to go down with your ship. I have had enough waiting. Waiting for you to quit. Waiting for you to stop stealing money, stealing moments, stealig years. Years. Waiting for you to come back to us… and be who we lost that night. It’s as if we didn’t get to you in time. It’s as if you’ve already gone…

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