Written by Anon
Split open through the brutality of the words
My voice bleeds unwelcomed between us,
because you, you say,
There’s something about the way I pronounce my ‘r’s that make you want to run up a wall?
Something about the confident, cocky tone in my voice that doesn’t go well with my face,
Something about how I remind him too much of his sister,
Like a memory brought back from the dead.
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