The good news?
I dreamt about you.
The bad news?
Of all people, why you're the one I'm
okay with when the fact is, we're
notThe pressure never stops.
The hatred never ends.
The thing I've learnt throughout this ordeal?
Ignore the past, flimsy & mushy phonecalls. Nobody calls to say hi.
I wouldn't wanna lose a sister like you, babe.
Unimaginable horrors happen.
Not only to bad people.
You can be self-sacrificing and shield your loved ones.
You could fight, beg or pray, and they still took you anyway.
It may seem fate played a random joke at our expense.
But to think about it, we already know nothing lasts forever.
Nobody lasts forever.
But hopefully, you won't choose isolation to stay guarded from grief.
Though eventually, we'll leave because we didn't measure up to your standards.
Or get thrown in jail.
Or die sooner or later.
But for as long as we are able, alive and kicking sumbody, I''ll never stop trying to be there for you.
Like I was for you tonight.
for someone who's still staying strong, although her future jeorpardise her.
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