I miss my sister, but I've grown to be without her.
Since she left me alone for another country when I was 9 a lot of things happened to me. And now I realize things started to go wrong in my life the moment she left me all alone.
She was like a second mother to me, and I've been grieving her loss all these years.
I've changed because of those things that life brought upon me and we slowly grew apart as years went by.
in the last 9 years since she left I've seen her only 4 times for only a few Days and it breaks my heart. She has a baby now and I feel like she's losing herself in her motherhood and not in a good way. I miss talking to her I miss our deep conversions even if it's one sided. Even if I don't completely agree to most of the things she says I still wanna listen to her ramble about her beliefs, her passions about the art she used to make.
I wanna tell her about my experiences and the things I'm going through
I wanna tell her about how love makes me feel
I wanna tell her how hard I'm coping with everything happening.
I miss you my dearest sister.
Come back to me...
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Haunted |+18|
PoesiaA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
