August 29, 2016

My biggest fear is that you'll be like me.

You'll turn to bad habits in order to feel free.

It would be my fault.

But you don't understand.

I grew up to different parents then the ones you got,

not that yours are much better.

Oh sister, how I wish I could just whisk you away,

take you somewhere full of bliss,

only happiness will show on your face.

I hope you know I love you,

more than I love myself.

I love all you brats,

enough to stay here for you.

You're my fighter, my anchor to this wretched world,

without you little sister,

I would be long gone.

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