To My Sister
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We're so odd, you and I,
We provoke one another, tell a white lie.
But when I need you you'll be here,
And even when I don't want anyone near.
We've yelled at each other, laughed together,
I'm proud to call you my sister whenever.
We get along, sometimes we fight,
I'll prove you wrong; you'll insist you're right,
And I do the same on some days.
Sisterhood works in mysterious ways.
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Mortalities
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Reflection
ŞiirThinking back on times long gone, general thoughts, and ones that appeared late at night that needed entertaining. [Votes/Comments/Feedback appreciated]
