poetry

elle-lustra-thicka

Imaje , non aqui.

😈😡😠😈😡😠🆚😇😤😅

I am awake to my nonsense.

I am persistent in my narrative.

I am not your son

 that was a very naive and innocent one.

I am not the brother you think I am.

it is the abuse,

makes me alive and victimized.

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