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My sister
She told me to hold on tight
Without putting up a fight
I could have listened to her
But why mister?
She grabbed be by my collar
But I did not bother
I tried to wiggle
But that just made her giggle
Uhhhh… why is she like this
I moaned and clenched my fist
And threw a tantrum
But she just asked me to succumb
She held me on for ages
Forcing me to read countless pages
Of the same old book
That no one bothered to take a look
This went on and on until one fine day
When we were in the bay
Waiting for the ship
That took me far far away
She released me from her grip
And told me to have a nice trip
And gave me the freedom, that I always wanted
Right in the hands that were once bonded
She clasped my hands for the last time
Smiling like she always did every time
But deep inside her I knew that she was unwilling
To let me go, leaving her crying
Then the ship arrived
To make me deprived
Of the person who brought me up and shaped me
To become the young man I always wanted to be
I took small steps towards the ship with a heavy heart
Turning back to look at her apart
From the guy she always wanted to be with
But now that was just a myth
I boarded the ship with a heavy heart
The memories of my past tearing it apart
I looked through the portholes
To see her crying with no one to console
I couldn’t take it more
I sprinted through the door
And ran straight into her arms
And wished I could remain there forever
I did not want freedom
I just wanted to be with her
Forever…who was she…
My sister…

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