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Your hair is straight
Your mind is late
Eyebrows pencil thin
Where do I begin?
You strip for cash
To buy a stash
Your dealer doesn't know
His childs at your home.
Yours and his
Another accident of the biz
Interupted your life
The child at the knife
Now he's been taken
And us you've forsaken
And creep into the sins
Where the nightmare never ends
But my sister dear
Every night I still fear
Four weeks and no word
Has your soul flown like a bird?
But still I await
Ignoring your hate
Arms open for you
My love unconditionally true
So please come hom
I need an older sister
(Not just some tombstone)
But I fear I can't reach
A mind none can teach
Though my tears of blood
Drop like metal duds
Just let me know if your still alive...
Instead of dead...mayhap my hope will strive...
Maybe some day, April...maybe someday you'll see that. You'll understand the pain you caused me...I pray that if it comes down to it, the Lord would take me instead of you. So many people need you. More than you know....
Forever,
Your little sister,
Yuushi-chan
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