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The sight my eyes beheld played over and over again like a broken record. my brother sat leaning on me as his tears fell into a puddle on my lap. My dad walked into the hallway lineing a path to Devin, mybrothers room. He began to shout Devin glanced up but only for a moment to see my dads shirt splatered with blood. I glaiered at him like he was a fiend in my life. That memory will forever haunt me playing over and over in my head.
The Eyes
We don't make mistakes to learn from dem, we make dem so we know wat to expect the next time we do it.
