Confession

Our lives are palindromes. Birth. It’s the one thing we share. My brother tried to kill me when we were teenagers. He’s been institutionalized ever since. I forgive him. I never found love; I wasted my whole life looking. This world taught me one lesson. Death. Our lives are palindromes.

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