Understanding
Dear Amanda,
I know you
But do I really?
Understanding, it's a fleeting thing
One moment I do,
Next moment I don't.
Sometimes, people are regarded by you with such disdain,
for it seems no reason at all.
Sometimes, you argue about the rain,
when it seems so obvious.
Despite these things,
You are still a sister to me.
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