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Aug 2020
I'm not as good as my brother.
I hurt him, and it hurts me.
Every day.
I hardly remember, but I didn't feel bad.
I remember never thinking about it,
until I didn't see him anymore.
Then it hit me.
I hit him.
He never hit me.
Ever.
That hurt me.
Aaron E
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Aaron E  27/M/West Virginia
(27/M/West Virginia)   
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