leave your stinger behind.
I miss you.
I get mixed feelings like I'm getting carved out from the inside. My heart beats against my ribs painfully in bitterness and forgiveness. Everyday I forgive you a little more and then I wonder whether you forgive me at all that day. I made a sand castle for you like the ones we used to make together before all of this. As much as you are to blame I'm still chasing after you because little sister, you are in my blood. And no matter how long I close my eyez I know you stand there existing. And I miss you. Just talk to me. Please.
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