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The Past

I used to feel like I was useless,
People called me prude,
They thought I was gay,
I respected girls,
It is how I was raised,
eventually these peoples opinions began to sink into my mind,
I started asking myself what I could do to prove myself to others,
ever since the switch I had been known as the little brother,
the thought of improving?
why should I bother?
my parents seemed to cast me aside and spend their time with their daughter,
so I went to things that cheered me up,
drank booze and smoked weed,
the two things in life that everyone really needs,
I left home at the age of seventeen,
I needed to start a new life,
I needed to get clean,
I looked for a girl that could relate to me,
it was hard to do,
but a few months later is when I ran into you,
you were stacking books on a high shelf,
I saw you were having troubles so I offered help,
once you turned around I looked you in the eyes and felt something I had never felt,
I had finally won a hand with the cards in life I had been dealt,
we hit it off,
seemed to have the perfect chemistry,
we could know what each other were thinking like in a perfect line of symmetry,
All I would ever think about was you lying next to me,
I thought you were my destiny,
As time went on we began to fight,
You yelled at me for my addictions,
It kept the neighbors up all night,
I tried to quit,
I tried to stop this shit,
Every time we fought we made up,
After so many times of fighting I thought maybe we only fought just so we could make up,
This lifestyle turned into a living hell,
My parents showed me their hand but I didn’t want the help,
I was a foolish kid,
We separated,
Love deprived,
It was amazing how long we had even survived,
We lost it over time,
I lost my pain pill addiction,
losing you became my affliction,
I used every ounce I had to get you back,
Now here we are,
Looking at this glass half full in The Past.

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