Big Brother
I miss you
I miss you
When I was younger
I missed you
You dissed me
I dissed you
My big brother
Taught me how to throw a football
At times I didn't like you at all
Even though I wanted to be like you
I never wanted to inherit your flaws
However I did and I still live
Hating myself for what you did
But loving myself and sitting in wait
For when my son hates me in the same way
My big brother
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