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This is a collection if poems. All of these were started at school. I usually write them about how I feel or about my past.
I should've done something.
Anything.
Instead, I only lie on the bed,
Letting her destroy me.
My hands pinned down.
Her knees holding them.
She grabbed my neck.
She slowly tightened her grip.
Nobody even cared.
Panic attacks.
Asthma.
All because of her.
It's hard to say:
She's my sister.
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