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Nov 2011
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.
Written by
Rebecca Croston
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