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The comfort of your hugs, I longed for, Lying beside you, happy, safe and secure. A routine in homes, so common and true, Yet mine
The tale of a sibling This sibling— Not just any sibling, But the firstborn sibling. This sibling, Always in charge, Always knowing what to do,
You left… Without saying a word, you left. You didn’t care what would happen to me, You didn’t bother to think of me, not once,
I never wanted to be like him— Bitter, angry, cold, and grim. I never wanted to be like her— Fragile, lost, a prisoner. I never
I still feel the pain, Hard to stay sane, With memories that never go away. Day by day, The pain is born again. Whatever I
The bell for last period always rang early, Or maybe I just hated the thought of leaving, Because school was fun and safer for me,