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Nov 2019
You treated my sister like ****,
Said you loved her,
But you didn’t,
You didn’t treat her the right way,
Then yesterday you came where I work,
Just to say,
“Hey punk, How’s that disgust of a sister doing?”

I turned around and walked away,
Even though I wanted to drop you,
I stayed professional,
For a bit…

I walked into the beer freezer,
Restocked the beer shelves,
Punched the walls,
And walked out,
Turned off the lights,
And locked up the store at 10:00pm.

I went home,
With blood dripping down my fist,
Mother didn’t ask what happened,
Father didn’t either,
They both noticed,
But didn’t care.
Orion Lesneski
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Orion Lesneski  18/M/Idaho
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