Well... that's it, really. I don't know what more there is to say.

He's 7 years younger than me. It started when he got out of jail.. My cousin was 9. Continued for a few years. He told my brother last year. That was the first time he ever told. They decided not to tell me yet because my brother knew I was dealing with heavy shit and it would upset me more. Right, like there is a good time to tell someone something like that.

They told me today.

He's pretty fucked up about it. So is my brother.

So am I, quite frankly.

I don't know what to think. I'm struggling to process the knowledge that there were more victims than just my brothers and me. How many more? I don't know and I'm not sure I want to know...
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
You can play
-- Def Leppard

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