Brother Dear

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He was the son. And I was only the daughter in a world where that still makes a difference.

I was the wild one who wept and tore at my hair. I was the one who slept with boys I shouldn’t, just because I couldn’t have the boy I wanted.

 He was the one who taught me to believe in God and whiskey and Cash. But he was the one who drank too much in a world where we all drank too much.

When I asked him to hold my hand he lit a marlboro instead.

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