Brothers

by andrea   Mar 13, 2006


I'm tired of them picking on me
they keep reading my diary
what do you do when you got a lot of nosy brothers?
brothers who won't leave my room
who barge into the bathroom when I'm in the middle of a shower
I hit them but they cry for hours
my parents yell at me
and tell me i need to see
that they're younger than me
they're always in the way,
but I gotta love them anyways

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  • 18 years ago

    by me

    Nice i have a brother too but actually hes older and im the one who gets in his life sometimes

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