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Apr 2016
My little brother is a little ****.
I watch him voice opinions no one cares about
and say things I don't want to hear.
And yet
Everyone watches and listens.

They watch and listen to a boy in the spotlight
He comes to me and says things like
Hey have you seen the power rangers? My favorite is the pink and-
He's annoying.
So annoying I ripped out his vocal chords.
So now he says
"   "
It's quiet
"  "
I let his silence consume me
"   "
I told myself I don't need to hear his voice to be happy
"  "
But after a long day I walked into his room where he carved his words into his walls so maybe someone would listen
His vocal chords leaving him hung on his unspoken thoughts
I could demand attention
I could play my every game
I could still hear him
screaming my name
Written by
Gregory Adam
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