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    Camille Leon

    What am I going to do about my present situation?  My sanity’s in dire straits.   I damn sure am not going to confide in family.  I mean what the fuck for?  Isn’t it a little late to patch up old wounds?  A lot of shit has been left unsaid.   But some how i manage to disguise it in bitter jokes and manage to give off this cynical charm like: “this shit is so much old news that It doesn’t bother be now. It’s soooo … water under a bridge… that I’m cool on it.”    I make the little comments like “Knives without forks give me flashbacks” –accompanied by a chuckle—…

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    Mental Well Being

    My brother’s an alcoholic wife beating bottom feeding bastard –almost in every sense of the words.   Yet, somewhere deep (I mean DEEP) down inside I pity him.   A part of me whispers a silent prayer for him each day hoping he’ll change some aspect of his flawed mentality.   I can’t bring myself to hate him enough, and try as I might to deny he’s any relation—He is still my brother.   But who am I to feel pity towards him or to even pray on his behalf when I’ve got my own mental maladies and skeletons.  I’ve fallen into some kind of robotic depression.   I’ve closed myself off to the world…