Concession
Sister, how long it has taken to speak.
So much to ask, so much to question?
Did you ever conquer what made you so weak?
Has this new life overthrown aggression?
I hope this new life is anything but bleak.
I hope he won't bring you to confession.
Just like I, I hope his love never goes weak.
You never have to come back-Love, Concession.
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