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Feb 2018
It was us against the world.
We always would care for each other,
Don't get me wrong I know you still love me.
I've known every little thing about you since I was tiny.
You love bats and frogs.
You want everyone in the world to love each other.
You are too kind for your own being.
You love to travel and expand your horizons.
You were always breaking hearts,
         even before Mom let you Date.

At least I knew all of this until you got out of college,
           when your views changed.

Now, who knows what you love.
You still break hearts but you also now cut ties.
You still love traveling but struggle to keep traveling.
You still are the kind person I know,
        but it fails on the people who love you most.
You want everyone in the world to love each other,
         when you can't even love your own parents.
I hope you still love bats and frogs because that's the one thing I know.

You missed me growing up.
I looked up to you In every way.
We got matching build-a-bears to keep each other safe when away from each other, but I threw mine away when you said you were never coming back to the States
I finally donated all the shoes you gave me so that way you didn't have to.
You would always dump hand-me-downs on me,
just so you weren't the one getting rid of it.
I miss you and want you home, but I'm not going to fly to see you.
I want you to come home.
I want you and Mom to make up.
Dad would text you happy birthday if he had your number.
Every first day of spring Dad walks and says wow it's "Libby's Birthday today!" then remembers your nowhere nearby.
All we have left of you is your pillow pets, jewelry, and old prom dresses.
Mom and dad would make up with you in seconds if you just say sorry. You are their daughter,
Come home an learn that I'm not 8 years old anymore,
Learn to love Gracie instead of missing Ben and Pi,
Meet the Puppy, she would love as much as she loves me.
I want you back in my life as long as you want me back in your's.
Written by
Belle Wickman
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     Starving Artist and savspoetry
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