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A sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.
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I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree,
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security.
Never stop caring about the little things in life.
Never stop dreaming, and don't give into strife.
Never stop wondering are we on our own.
Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown.
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Surrounded with memories of what could have been,
The hatred screams under my skin.
To a dad who is terrific,
To a dad who's real neat.
To a dad who makes the best of things,
Even when they're not so sweet!
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
A prayer was held in our nation,
Beauty was seen in more ways than one,
Children who are lost could find their salvation,
If only I knew that our time would be so brief,
Spoiled you rotten I would have done.
If only I knew that would be our last phone call,
That very first day that we met
It's a feeling I'll never forget.
All the experiences that we've shared,
I knew right away that you were rare.
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on my neck
That shakes me within.
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