Poems from a liar

Porms of a liar (dis-owned at first sight)

I hate this creature that should be.

The slow piano music can't calm my heart beat any longer.

I can't be related to such a monster.

Someone so oppiste and everything I can't stand.

This hate ripped threw my soul and eats away at my core.

He's nothing no longer.

I can hid my feels or make excusing.

The violent memories blow under my skin and the blood rushes to my head.

I hate him.

This is his own doing not mine.

It's written in stone.

He. Is. Nor. Never. My. Brother.

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