twelve
cease
-bring to an end-
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Aris,
Joy was once a word we knew.
Something we relied on,
to bring us all closer.
You tore us all apart.
I thought you being my sister,
would make life better.
We know who was wrong there.
I'm forever going to wonder what I did wrong.
Why do you hurt those,
who try to bring glee?
In the end we all want something.
I just want an apology,
for the cuts,
bruises,
fractures.
And eventually,
I want an explanation,
as to why you eliminated me,
from our quaint family.
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-s
YOU ARE READING
aris - years in the making{story one}
Short Storyletters to Aris, though the thoughts within the pages meant nothing to her. in which a young boy tries to get a little lady's attention.
