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You always ask me why I did it
is it really that hard to figure out, its really very simple. I'm the one who's older I’m supposed to protect you no matter what the cost, I know you don't understand because you would do the same, but I have to protect you its my job Now I’m sitting on my death bed, yet you still ask me why and I finally give you a simple four worded repose 'Because your my brother' then I just smile as I stare at the clock waiting for my time because that’s all you need to know
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