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Sep 2024
Her smile lays upon my glassed eyes
The replaced I was, I cried
She smiles with an evil grin
The fate of my sister she did spin

Now I am the second choice
She’s left to rot, echoes her voice
The next best thing to come to her
Guess I am just here for a leftover
Wrote this for a daily writing prompt *****. Please the tags look sweet home Alabama <\3
Written by
Pierce Samuel  14/M/Heaven
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