A Sweetness I Can't Grasp

I've been thinking, 

that my littlest brother- 

is just an illusion created by my mind. 

And it's because 

I don't get how somebody, 

like him, 

so sweet, 

could ever survive in a world 

as awful as ours. 

I think it's also,

because I don't understand 

how somebody like him, 

could ever care 

about somebody like me. 

I'm pessimistic, 

I'm anti-social, 

and I'm a fake person. 

How does he have the capacity 

to care about me? 

I don't get it.

I don't know if I ever will.

But I do know, 

that he won't stop

anytime soon.

ERI

Futaba

VA

13 years old

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