I couldn’t see my sister.
She is the one who stands in rain.
There are scars and there’s a blister.
No effort to hide that pain.
I tried and tried and failed.
All the stories… Said, “please no more.”
Yes I ran away, I bailed.
Changed the locks upon that door.

At the very least, you tried.
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Stunning artwork.
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That will be my book Cover
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