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Dear Sis,
I picked a pen to write something to you
I opened my notebook to say something to you
But I failed miserably
How do I talk sense?
How do I be sensible?
When it comes to you
I am the silly,
You are the grounded
I am the hyper
You are the ground
You are my child,
You are my mom
I am the tide
You are my calm
I have wings
And you taught me how to fly
I wouldn't have lived
As much as I do
If it was not for you
I wouldn't have loved
As much as I do
If it was not for you
I wouldn't have survived
I wouldn't have thrived
If it was not for you
I am what I am
Because you are what you are
I don’t know how to write a letter to you
I don’t know how to tell anything to you
Because you always know
I don’t have to write
I don’t have to say
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I am participating in the 30 Days Letter Challenge where you write one letter each day. The 4th in the list is a letter to ‘Your siblings’
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