Sis
I miss my sis, i worry about her. This is one of those nights I wish we could talk or I could just listen to her.
I have a question for her, one that always comes back, that always will until she answers it and will after. She says things that make me think like that, one reason for my loneliness for her.
I have a question for her, one that always comes back, that always will until she answers it and will after. She says things that make me think like that, one reason for my loneliness for her.
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