• Secrets

    by  • February 24, 2010 • Family Stuff • 0 Comments

    Dear, Brother;

    You know when you have had enough of life. Of everything being not they way you wanted it. When you’re ready to just brake down and undo everything that you created. Just wanting to get away, run as fast as you can. That’s how I felt when you touched me, the way you did. Not lovingly. One not of a brothers. I wish you never did the things you did. I wish I never was screwed up because of you. But I am. But I’m going to be the bigger person and forgive you. Don’t get me wrong I hate you with a firey passion. But I will never tell you this because you don’t deserve it. And I’m afraid It will give you the wrong Idea. I just hope, when I leave my house for college, I can leave you behind with my faults that I have done.

    You’re dirty little secret

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