Words Fail

There are times when it’s hard to know what to say.

I’m more of a passive observer to a senseless act.

My brother, two years older than me, kept to himself and battled his own personal demons for his entire life. I haven’t seen him or spoken to him for many, many years.

But still, I remember the little boy.

And knowing that’s him all alone in the street just doesn’t compute.

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