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The Way Things Use To Be
The way things use to be I had an older brother, but I don’t remember when. I shared his private moments, I still see him now and then. My parents never taught us how to need and love each other. So I spent my life at odds with my other little brother. One time somebody asked me where’s was my family from. I didn’t have an answer. I was feeling pretty dumb. Although we weren’t tore up, like families sometimes are. The times we spent together were mostly in the car. I had a little brother once upon a time. I use to wonder curiously if he was really mine. We had our silly moments and some I can’t forget. But the moments that stay with me, are the ones that I regret. I have an older sister who means a lot to me. But we lost our sense of kinship, now we hardly disagree. It’s not that we stopped talking or trusting how we play. It’s just that there’s no meaning, in the words we try to say. My parents were confusing when they took an others child. I guess they thought they had the love, to last us all a while. But I spent my childhood all alone playing in my basement. I couldn’t help the things I felt. This child was my replacement. Now I’m just an angry man sitting in my room. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, I hope it happens soon. As I think of all the things I learned and the talents I display. The important things you think of, are the things that get you laid. Tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and live another day. I’ll call a friend and say hello, cause that will make his day. Then after lunch I’ll see a guy who will sing and play for me. It’ll bring back precious moments of the way things use to be.
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