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Sister, You are my skin My bones, My blood, You're flowing through me You ARE me. I feel you. Rushing in my veins when something exciting happens, Because whatever it is, I'm rushing to get it to your ears. I feel you. Pounding in my head like the reverberation of a deep bass song I feel you. When I hug our mother and you're not there to hijack that hug Or when no one argues with me when I say that I'm the favourite kid. I'm not the favourite kid. I promise I'm not. I feel you. I've grown up watching your smile take over your whole face so when something makes those very lips tremble and cry, I taste it in my own mouth like acid. I feel you. Every hit and every blow that you have ever felt is a bruise that I have tried to heal on my own body. I feel you. So deep inside that unreachable part of me that to hug you I sleep in a foetal position, all bent inwards. I miss you. So much that my throat constricts and expands and constricts, as if I'm trying to choke myself But THAT is where I finally stop. I stop myself Because you said that If I don't breathe, Then you don't breathe. And you, You better keep on breathing.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
Sister Sister
Sister, You are my skin My bones, My blood, You're flowing through me You ARE me. I feel you. Rushing in my veins when something exciting happens, Because whatever it is, I'm rushing to get it to your ears. I feel you. Pounding in my head like the reverberation of a deep bass song I feel you. When I hug our mother and you're not there to hijack that hug Or when no one argues with me when I say that I'm the favourite kid. I'm not the favourite kid. I promise I'm not. I feel you. I've grown up watching your smile take over your whole face so when something makes those very lips tremble and cry, I taste it in my own mouth like acid. I feel you. Every hit and every blow that you have ever felt is a bruise that I have tried to heal on my own body. I feel you. So deep inside that unreachable part of me that to hug you I sleep in a foetal position, all bent inwards. I miss you. So much that my throat constricts and expands and constricts, as if I'm trying to choke myself But THAT is where I finally stop. I stop myself Because you said that If I don't breathe, Then you don't breathe. And you, You better keep on breathing.
#sister#missingyou
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ridhima-dutta
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
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