numbing the pain.
Frostbitten, ice cold heart.
Waking up angry.
always pissed off.
nothing more than a child striving to be a man.
constantly falling short.
not sure if i'm even ready.
living in the shadows of an older brother.
just by blood, no relation.
hate brews at "family" dinners.
Shouting echos throughout the house.
Broken homes shatter in the silent night as the moon seals her lips.
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