remembering.

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i remember that night.
i remember her trips outside
to reduce stress and pain
through little cigarettes.
i remember watching the
full bottles disappearing,
replaced by empty ones.
i remember feeling helpless
and alone
and unsafe.
i remember being
so
so
so
scared for my brother.
myself too,
but mainly him.
i remember texting you and
asking for help.
and crying,
i remember a lot of crying.
i remember wanting to die;
wanting her to die.
i even remember feeling
okay with those thoughts.
now, i'm scared-
no, terrified-
of those thoughts.
but let me make myself clear,
i
don't
want
to
remember.

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