My Brother Tyler..
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As a child no one believes the torcher and pain my brother inflicted on me the things he did to me...
the things I'll never recover from..
everything he said to me...
even in death he haunts me still
yet no one believes me
he was a good kid everyone thought but I know different...
he was evil..
he was the devil himself....
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