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Soht

he danced with the devil

That under the stars and moon

he stripped himself bare

for the whole world to behold

They said he was a rebel

Trouble

Broken

He diluted our perfection

Diluted my mother, the saint,

my father, the hero,

and old

Perfect was so he’d never be

Little did they know,

even with my brother,

our walls weren’t so perfect,

not even close

They were created to hide our secrets

To never let anyone see

what truly lay behind closed doors

The truth about

I sahat

And my mother, the saint,

how she turned her head

as my brother, who danced with the devil,

suffered for his sins

Most nights, I would close htless

That the world was soundless

That perfection did exist

But my mother would find me,

make me listen and see imperfection

The secrets we concealed

"Open your eyes, Emery

The world is only e believe it is

Shut your eyes, and you’re ad

that our perfection doesn’t exist

That you aren’t e’ve taught you to be"

Then she would wait as the walls begged to cave in

and started to drown me

As the cries seeped into my bones,

split me open,

bled me out,

and sed me whole

Weakly, I would cave

Surrender

Open hteen years, I turned ht as I lay in bed

Until that one daring night,