His sister

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"Who am I?" she thought to herself as she sat with her blade
"Nobody cares" she whispered into the night
Little did she wonder why she was afraid
She never understood that the black she always saw could've been white

She never saw him there but he always was
He saw everything from the smiles and laughs to how she died
He was broken but no one saw the scars
He lost his sister on that dreadful night, the only one who was always by his side

She was there when he laughed
He was there when she cried
But neither one said "Goodbye"
Neither one of them even tried

"Who was she?" he thought as he looked at the pictures
"She though no one cared" he sighed to himself
He never knew she wasn't okay
Now all he wears is black and grey

-Kai

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