My brother might just be the nicest to me.
And when he is,
It makes me feel special,
It makes me grateful,
It makes me feel loved.
But he is a poison.
He cuts deeper then anyone else in the family.
When we were young it was just physical bruises.
Now it's just mental.
I don't think he means to do it.
I hope he doesn't mean to do it.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
