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Brother


When He says exactly
What you thought he'd say
The words rip through you
You enter the room and 
and enter the conversation
trying to avoid the idea of 
conflict, you attempt to 
avoid and jump over obsticles 
that have grown over the 
years, but despite your best
efforts your hopes of all ending
well snaps like a twig that you
just stepped on while running
on the wet forest ground.
And you wonder what makes 
him so angry, if it was you, 
the one who never lets him
get the last word or win an 
arguement because of the 
fragile state that she calls
existance and her cry baby
state that they call 'hyper
senitivety' She wonders if 
that has made him cold
and uncaring towards her.
It probably has, and like 
most things, the problem 
cannot be fixed and will 
likely worsen over time.
A terrible diagnosis that 
will result in the termination
of a relationship.

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