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no, i won't cry the day my brother dies.
i'll lay in bed, scratching out both my eyes.
i'm sorry, mom, i know how hard you've tried.
its best we moved on, this man is dead inside.

where do i sleep tonight with ghosts etched in my mind?
you got me through again but i wont be coming home tonight.
now where do i sleep tonight? i've lost my mind. you got me through again but i wont be coming home tonight.

this concrete floor, my only resting place,
where i lay my head before these empty graves.
i dug for days.

not coming home.