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Seperation.

I am, Him and Her. My Sister has Her infectious laugh and sparkling eyes. My Brother has His humour and bad habits. I hold His behaviour. Cynical and depressive. I hold Her sad expressions and moods, tired and lonely. When I am not cynical, depressed, tired or lonely, I am happy. Which together they never were.
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Nov 23, 2011
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