It's been building up.
and building up.
and creepy crawling up.
I couldn't take it anymore.
any of it.
any of you.
I tried to fight it back.
again.
and again.
The tears came out.
and they didn't stop.
and they couldn't stop.
The heavy weeping.
and the sobbing.
and the heaving.
I just kept on.
and on.
and on.
I didn't really want you.
and you sat there.
and you stared.
I wanted my big sis.
and her reassurances.
and her comforts.
She would've made me laugh.
at you.
at it all.
She would've helped me through.
and I would have been okay.
and I would have been better.
But she wasn't here.
and I cried.
and you didn't know what to do.
What about a "youngish" sister?
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