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My Brother's Arms
I slept in his arms when my nightmares got bad, I slept in his arms when I needed him, I slept in his arms because he was my brother and I slept in his arms because I couldn’t handle everything on my own. I would lie next to him in the dark in his bed and curl up into his warm arms, he would stroke my hair until I calmed down and talk to me until my crying died out and I fell asleep. In the day he wasn’t around until I needed him, when I’d go into my room and cry and suddenly he’d be there and scoop me into his arms and hold me as I sobbed.
He was always there when I needed him. Just like he was when he was alive.
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