For the times I made you cry back then,
I regret it now again and again.
And how I never treated you well,
Kept shoving you into your shell,
I know I did wrong a lot,
And you were the victim when we fought.
Now I miss you all the time
Like a dangerous man misses his crime
I love you and miss you like there's no other,
Well of course there isn't, 'cuz you are my brother.
-My brother, by Farah Ain- —
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