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Little brothers warmth


When I was locked behind the bathroom door, since I didn't wanted to face what I was made for, you kept waiting behind even more, which made me unsure. Protecting I should you in this life, since I am your older sister and it's the only thing that's right. You were only 7 when I remember, coming right in when I opened the door for a ember. Until I could really notice you face features who you were, you ran up to me full of care, and didn't asked me which was my fear, but just wanted to give me a share.
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