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This is what I’ve been feeling since 2014. It didn’t matter that I held on for so long with pleas, promises and, prayers. They still leave. It didn’t matter that I shed tears for many, many months. I still get left behind.
The last one to leave was my brother — the last one I have.
My world fell quiet. And I felt alone.