You have the same hands as your brother but yours have never hit a woman.
I guess his core was always rotten but from the outside you could never tell. The red exterior was deceiving and I didn't know I would be poisoned until I bit in.
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Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
Same Tree Different Apples
You have the same hands as your brother but yours have never hit a woman.
I guess his core was always rotten but from the outside you could never tell. The red exterior was deceiving and I didn't know I would be poisoned until I bit in.