chapter 35: 'my sister and I are not the same'

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In my heart, the anger she lacks,

Boils without cease,


In my eyes, the rage she misses,

Makes itself seen,


In my fists, the fury she's scarce of,

Manifests itself as scars,


In my head, the damage she avoided,

Tears me apart.

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