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sister love...


 

When she died,

Our hearts broke,

But together we grew strong.

 

We wanted her, not her memories,

We were selfish,

It was wrong.

 

We knew she went to heaven,

A place made just for her.

 

She’s now looking out for us,

But missing things the way they were.

 

If she is happy, then I am happy,

And that’s just how it is.

 

I love you and miss you,

My beautiful, sweet, smiling sis! 

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