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<strong>Big Brother,</strong>
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I do not know if I am ready
To write this letter.
I have never done well at writing letters —
Or even diary entries, for that matter.
I always end up creating a world that is beautiful —
Little fabrications
Woven from the starlight that graces the heavens.
For it is only beautiful things that are worth writing down —
That’s what I thought, anyway.
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
I’m sorry
For making you the way you are.
I think I was scared.
I think I wanted you to protect me
When no one else would.
I wanted you to be strong
So I could be weak.
I wanted you to be there
So I wouldn’t be alone.
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by snowthornes<<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
The days are passing by so swiftly.
Time continues to pass
Like a stream running down its course
Heedless to the pebbles that try to block it
To the hands that try to chase it.
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
I’m doing it again.
Trying to make my words beautiful
To keep the dream whole for a little longer.
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Tell me,
One day, will you be proud of me?
I’m trying so hard to become the person
I always wanted you to be.
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
Will you forgive me?
Will you forgive me for being so weak?
I needed you more than anyone in the world
Because I was too weak
To bear it all on my own.
…I’m sorry.
...Will you forgive me?
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
They say that children
Shouldn’t need to be strong
But I was
Not a <em>child</em> —
I was
Me.
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
You were the dream that gave me safety
When I was young and alone and scared
In a home that only gave me fear.
But I’m nineteen now
I think it’s time
For me to let go of your hand.
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
One last time,
Will you tell me that everything
Is going to be okay?
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</a><strong>...</strong>
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</a><<type 60ms>>\<strong>Big Brother,</strong>\<</type>>
Goodbye.
I love you.
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