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sat on grave, a brothers grave.
Rain pouring
Turn. it. back
You hate your father, a father who over-dosed on self-pity
Turn. It. Back
I loathed my brother who took away a mother
Turn. It. Back
When I was a child, I was foolish I blocked out reason by Yelling, blaming
Turn. It. Back
Now I tune out with strumming, drinking and regret
TURN. IT. BACK
And now I sit on abandoned grave
And now I shake with a ringing phone
With my broken piece in my hand
And then two other pieces hug together But this puzzle is missing two pieces
TURN. IT. BACK