Watching them.
Eyes wandering to the all too familiar figure of my brother, I try and reach out to him. I decide not to. I’d rather not deal with the other people-the flies fluttering about behind him, arms tangled around his in a clingy, patheticembrace.
I’m irritated.
That’s my brother.
Who’s all that I have.
Selfish, selfish little girls who
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