All the way back
All the way back in the streets,
I was young,
She was a year older than me,
She is my sister,
I couldn't have survived without her,
Even though my mom worked hard as fuck and because of that she was gone,
a lot,
So my sister stepped up,
My sister taught me anything that our mom didn't,
I was able to grow and become the person I am today,
I couldn't, wouldn't, and won't survive without her,
She's a breath of fresh air on those ugly days,
She helps with everything and my very best friend,
I would go crazy without her,
Drown without my sunshine and air,
Even though I love my mom very much and would cry a fucking lot if she disappeared,
I'm so close with my sister ,
If she went lost,
Depression would sink it's claws into and never let go.
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