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Addi,

I can't get this thought out of my head.

I can't remember what you looked like before you died I can't only imagine you with your hair in your face and blood soaking your shirt. It hurts to see you like that.

How am I suppose to see you as anything more than my dead sister, when that's all I can see?

Mark Isaiah

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