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I don't remember the day everyone one I loved died, all that comes to mind is a crawl space as tight and as comforting as a casket.

When I'd finally crawled out I became a man. I stood in their blood and wept.

Cuffs, red and blue menace.

Police informed me the knife held my fingerprints.

In the span of a few hours my adulthood shattered.

I didn't name my brother. His face would live on in infamy for it was one we shared.

They did not hang the criminal that day, but the scarred little boy I'd always been.

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