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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
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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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
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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