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Sometimes I try-

To picture-

How it used-

To be.

Her.

She was-

My sister.

And then-

She wasn't.

Now-

All I can see-

Is the bad.

And the look-

In her eyes..

When she was hurting.

She was broken-

Too.

And she-

Broke me.

Even more.

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But..

Actually-

I wonder if she was ever..

Really..

Even..

Broken. 

Or if that-

was a LIE.. 

Too.

Fuck her.

Fuck this.

I'm done.

I have been-

For a long time.

But..

Sometimes-

She manages..

To creep back-

Into my mind.

But..

I'll never-

Let her..

Creep back-

Into my heart.

And maybe-

Just maybe-

I'm cruel..

For that.

But I know-

My limits.

And I went-

Far beyond them..

For her.

All-

For her.

In the end..

All I got..

Was a jumble-

of lies.

She was the one..

I couldn't-

Help.

She was the one-

That made me-

Forget..

To help-

Myself.

Too.

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