Over the years I have grown to hate them. I hate them all, my brothers, mother, and yes even father. I hate the way they treat, it’s like I’m the family dog; no worse than that they would at least feed the dog and love on him. My heart fills with hatred when I watch them giving her hugs, playing games, watching T.V, eating ice cream; having fun without a care in the world. My brothers don’t even acknowledge me anymore; in fact they join in on the beatings. I don’t know to hate more her for brainwashing them into it or them for going along with it. I don’t want to hate them I really don’t but I can’t help but wish they were dead only then would I be free.
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