sisterlylove
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Some sort of sour stench seeps into my senses as I stroll across the sidewalk.A split second -- my sixth sense smells somethingseriously sinfulserenading through the streets.
It's me, your big sister,
well second big sister
I know you don't know me but
I love you
I'm sorry I couldn't be there to
I am not cliche
when asked
"What can you not live without?"
and I say,
"Her"
For she smiles when I'm near
and her innocent laugh
is the reason I love her.
being in the age of adolence and pimples was probably my favorite time to be alive, although you don't get boyfriends, you get family
