My Past: Part 2

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He looked like my brother but 

Who was he? 

I had never seen this side of him

and it scared me 

I ran into the basement 

tears filling my eyes 

His harsh words 

Words that cannot 

and must not be repeated 

were not directed to me 

but they hurt all the same 

Then just when I thought it 

couldn't get any worse 

Silence

Then....

...Laughter?

I make my way up the stairs to them 

all laughing 

I will never begin to understand guys 


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