sisterhood

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October, 20, 2018

When I was young

And small

Not big or tall

I had a sister

Who was older than me

And she played with me

We had the good times and bad

And, Ohh, the wonderful times we had

We would go on walks and go outside

And we would  laugh together and cry

But when your older

Everything's different

You don't see each other anymore

Your innocent days are forever over

You are gloomy and sad

But then

You remember all the great times you had.

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