I wish almost everyday that i was the one my dad killed-not my mom. I hate the fact that i have to watch others in this world, interacting with thier mothers. Nobody knows how much it hurts. noone cares about the pain. Others run to moms whenever they need advice and help. I have no one. I had for a few months a real big brother. he said he knew the pain. i think he really did, he was 10yrs old when she was murdered. I learned what i could through his memories he was the only one who talked of her to me. I lost my brother now too. Sometimes, alot i wish i had left with him, just cause he seems to be the only one who really spoke to me.
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