who are you?

Do you know me?
I said, do you know me?
The person I knew is not this pitiful and pathetic.
He was always drunk and scary and always yelling and always mad.
He took his anger out by slapping me and kicking me.
Even when I got nosebleeds and had bruises all over my face and body, not once did he blink.
Even if my arms and legs were broken, he had no sympathy.
If you wanted me to remember someone, then you should have found someone like that.
If you really wanted me to, you should have found someone similar.
I’m sorry, but that is not you.
You are not him.
I don’t even know you.
Do you understand?

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