I recognize the form…. Recognize the face

but what happened to the brother with whom

I was raised?

When did you decide it was okay just to exist….I remember a time when an addiction had we whipped…..but I rallied myself because I wanted to live.

I appreciate the gift of being able to breathe and the ability to talk……but that would never be enough

from the ashes a new person arose and when I see you unshaven and wearing tattered clothes it reminds me of places I no longer go…

I suspect you’ll continue to slide into the pit of delusion and lack of respect….not for your family that’s already gone …. But for the man who can’t take care of himself

too much pride is a dangerous thing…..

but when you don’t have it for yourself……that’s the end of the game….

we’ll address it because we care….. but I don’t think it will make a difference……..

nobody’s is there…….

have you seen my brother…. he’s missing

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