I'm gutted; distressed
All my thoughts; a mess
Can't believe it could be true
Those words; hurled by you...
I thought you loved me
I thought you were fair
I thought you were supposed
To divide equally; to share
To be equal in your love
Oh dear God; heaven's above
How do I cope?
With these revelations
So much for brotherly love...
31st July 2018
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