I get to the rink to try to skate for the third time this month.I know it wont happen.I sit on the bench and I put on my skates.I start to remember my brother us skating together as children.I shake my head to clear it and I tie my skates. I walk to the side of the rink and I sse it again I see him, Brantly, his body. I sit down trying not to cry I can't cry,men dont cry. I see his body i see myself holding his body the bood, the fucking blood. I dont hear when the door open im in my own world
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