Tears As They Fall

How can alcohol make someone such a cunt?!
I don’t care how you talk to me; whatever names you may call me – I’m used to it.
You have no right to talk to my brother like that. Disowned as your children again. It hurts me much more when I hear you talk to him like that. Sometimes I wonder what we must have done so wrong in a previous life to end up in this one. Hearing your baby brother cry himself to sleep is the worst thing thing in the world.


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