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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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