Seven

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I am twelve years old
My sister is dead
My parents tell me everything
How much she was hurting
And how she thought it'd be better this way
And I see him and his family at the funeral
He hugs me
And tells me he loves me very much
And I cry into his shoulder for ten minutes
And he cries into my hair
My heart hurts

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