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Little more

Go ahead

Do it

Be mad at me for caring

But your anger is usless

I can't stop

C a r i n g

For you

I mean how could I

What kind of sister would I be

What kind of a person

I'm sorry I don't want you to end up b r o k e n

Like me, like this mess of a girl

I'm sorry you don't know or can even begin to understand what goes on behind closed doors

Closed memories

Closed people

I'm sorry that you don't know or can even begin to understand how It feels for me or for anyone else outside of yourself

But most of all I'm sorry I couldn't have cared just a little more to protect you from what you are becoming.

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