The way you laugh and push me expecting companionship from me. Leaves me nauseous and a fist in your face, because you don’t understand that your abuse has repercussions. It’s a labyrinth of mirrors and we are all the reflection.
You try to alleviate it by stammering that there are differences in my eyes, the skin, something in me is distinguished from the person three steps away and on its knees, but no.
The person you pushed is me, the one you insulted is your brother, the one you spat on is your mother, the one you hurt is you.
This world is not me and them, we are a union of all our parts. And we taught you to hate rather than love and that is our fault. However, you repeated the damage in who was your equal.
TA.
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