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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