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What He... Taught Me

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From the young ages of 11 to 15
My younger brother just 8 to 12
Ugh. The lives you ruined 
And the hearts that you
ultimately broke in between 
Where do I start? Oh I know 
I know damn well where to start 
It all starts with, ME
I CALLED YOU WHEN I WAS 18
YOU THOUGHT I WAS TURNING 16
like... Are you for real, dude?
You're such a coward
A ball less man for damn sakes
You are not a person 
You are a cruel, monster 
Very evil and crude
You taught me a few things 
Unfortunately I can't be tamed 
I'm a rebel, a wild one
You taught me how to live 
Dangerously and careless
How to cheat and have fun
How to lie to your apparent loved one
Exactly when did these events 
Start to begun?
Who knows. You sure in hell wouldn't know 
Because as the storyline goes
You weren't ever around for your children 
Only came around when you
Wanted to talk to Mommy in
The bedroom for a quick "meeting"
This point life itself was defeated 
You taught me things
And didn't even have to be there 
To teach me, physically 
How damn wonderful is that?
I got depressed, I got FAT
BULLIED ALL MY LIFE
BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME 
TO STAB HOLES IN THE WALLS
WITH A STEAK KNIFE 
but anyways, I can't stand you
I only wish you knew everything 
That you fucking put me through.
I had to learn things on my own
I still to this day,
Don't know what to do 
BUT I'm tired of feeling beneath you 
You never loved me, or us
That's probably the only thing 
About you, that's actually true.

S.A.D.
10/21/2025
 

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