My cat is sleeping in one of the empty rooms of my parents house
My suitcase is always packed
My brothers ashes sit in a closet somewhere
Family pictures collected on the wall
We had stickers on our faces
I left his diary in his room where I found it
He talks about his big sister all the time
Life is trying to teach me a lesson, with every brutal adventure it takes me
This is the one thing I know for sure
I have never overestimated how loved I was, always underestimated.
Always.
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