Today marks 6 years since my brother died. I never know how I feel about it, if I feel, what to feel, what I'm supposed to feel? I feel bad not knowing my feelings. Such are my neuroses. Do you feel me?
Anyway, I do feel like recalling and writing...
Around this time, 6 years ago, I was shuffling back to my dorm room, from the stairwell where I'd
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