As a kid i was told boys don't cry when I cried. When I was little I would cry because my brother would steal my toys. I would get hit and told "Boys don't cry Ezio" by my mother. My brother would laugh at me, only to make me cry. He would push me down and hit me laughing and saying "Yeah boys don't cry don't you know Ezio!"
People wonder why I'm so cruel. I must hold my emotions in. Boys don't cry so why would I? I've learned my lesson about crying when i was young. Crying gets you hit and beaten. Crying is an emotion that i can't live with. I shan't take this pain, no more. Whats life for if i cant cry, or feel anything.
When i left my father let me go. My mother cried into his arm, while he stood there emotionless. If only they knew not only did i cry, so did my brother. He still cries. Ive always covered for him, but he never did the same. If I can't cry its like, im just not human. I guess i deserve this, me crying has made me suffer from my own hands. My crying has gotten me beatings. So does that mean all my torture and suffering was from my own hands?
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Our short stories
Randomwe have new ideas all the time but it never makes its way into a book. either cause its not good enough or we are to lazy to make an on going book. So our soluition is to make a book where we can put all our stupid or amazing stories here. Enjoy!
