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Second Mother


She was my first friend
my second mother
my human diary
my watcher and advisor.
Always there for me
As we grew up together
For all the wrongs I did
she was the one to cover
She knew all my secrets
kept them safe from father
I Never showed her affection
or told how much she mattered
It's still a secret, that
I always looked up to her
We argued, always fought
Couldn't Stand each other,
But now when I think
It was love altogether.
knowing she'd be married
and soon gone from here,
something inside me dies
Right then and there.
However much we fought
I do not care
For without you, sister
It won't be the same. Ever.
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