I cant sleep. But can you blame me? The vision of visiting my brother at the mortuary on friday is implanted in my head tonight. Holding his cold, dead body. Kissing his forhead over and over and over. Running my fingers through his hair like I did when we were children and he couldnt sleep, only he was sleeping now, forever
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