11/23/1951

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the first day

On the first day, even after all that
I had lost, I was hopeful. Even though
I was going against the last wishes
Of my brother, I had convinced myself
That this was the right thing for me to do.

Everything I had tried before had failed.
My old ways were wrong. I had lost too much.
And here I was. In a place I never
Thought I'd belong, doing things I never
Wanted to do. The hope I once had... gone.

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