I wrote this in the point of view of a little sister speaking about an older sister.
I've looked up at her so many times, listened closely to her words, taken those words and broke them up, pulled them and found the TRUE meaning of them and layed that all out in front of me. Under all those sounds, syllables, sentences,is what she's always been trying to say. in every sentence, look, touch...she's saying she loves me. she's saying she LOVES me. i don't want to be her, i don't wish to follow her steps. i want to me be. because she lloves ME- not a girl who will grow to be her. ME. She is my inspiration, my hero. but most of all she is my sister.
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