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family line
i didn't like living in the house of my parents. i hated the constant stress and worrying that lay on my back as i fulfilled the duties of being their only son. i tried to make myself different from them, to distinguish that i was my own person, i wasn't the same people who judged, the loud persona holding people they were.
but then i looked into the family bathroom mirror. i looked at my hair- thick and curly. my father's bald now, but in his childhood pictures, he had the thickest, curliest hair to exist. i have my mother's temper and her eyes. me and my brother share the same sway back.
i'm just like my family.
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Shane Volt
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