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Mar 2015
My sister,
I hear things about you
And I yell into an empty hole
The tears are here to stay
You're just like me
Only on the other end,
The one being hurt
But we grew up together
You were my big sister
We played
You put up with me
We had the same mom and dad
And you got hurt
And I hurt myself
To get away
But why did you do it?
Why did you need these things?
You're my sister
What am I supposed to do with this?
The tears are here to stay
Some Person
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Some Person  Midwest
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