Sister
July 3, 2018
We have always had a history
A history of
Mental illness
Crazy is what you called it
You tried to drink away the crazy
When you stopped talking to me
Was that to fight off the crazy too?
I thought you were already a ghost
A ghost that came in annual Christmas cards
Your life seen only through posts
We only spoke to fight
College
Our last fight
The last words I ever said to you
Leave me alone
The call
Tears, a day I don't even remember
You had to escape
I guess
You are a ghost now
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