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Ode to Nathan


I was the proudest sister in the world.

You were cool

smart

popular.

You were strong

and I wanted to be

just

like you.

 

You never let mom wear you down

even when the alcohol wouldn't let her stand on her own anymore.

You were my hero and you were only 12 years old.

 

But somewhere along the line you dissapeared.

Maybe it was after you moved out, or the first time you got arrested.

You abandoned me and I was only 12 years old.

 

I stood up for you as long as I could

and I love my niece with everything in me

but my hero no longer exists.

 

Slowly you let your habits eat you alive

and I can't find the life in you, for the life of me.

RIP to my big brother.

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