"I don't know why, but I don't remember a lot of what happened to me. I remember him, I mean he's my brother, how could I forget? But I don't remember how many times it happened or what it felt like, and I think that's worse than actually remembering. I don't know if I should be angry at him and I just need that closure. I've never gotten sad when I think about this, I'm just curious. I want to know if the pain he inflicted on me is any worse than the pain I inflicted on myself."
-I want to know if he's sorry, and if there's anything to be sorry for.
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoetrySomething I had to write in order to feel again.
