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And today's spate of angsty drivel brought to you by a thoroughly disillusioned sub who's to busy being irritable about an unreasonably twisted knee and the impact it's having on her new-found dedication to working out daily to care that there's a foot of snow on the ground. 

I think that's a new record for me--an entire paragraph without punctuation. Lol.

Little sister

I feel you in my dreams

 I see you in my mind

And I wonder what happened to that girl I love

the one who could rise above

who knew what it meant to love in return.

Little sister 

I used to call you babygirl

now I see you in my dreams

and you are 

empty.

Little sister who's eyes are dead, 

heart unreachable

do you remember?

You used to have dreams of your own

plans for who you would be

the things you could do.

Do you remember the infinite possibilities of life?

Or has it all been lost as you mainline your time away?

Little sister, did all your dreams of who you could be

vanish into the night?

have you completely lost your sight

on your endless search

 for one more fix.

Everything you could have had and been

goes into your veins

as you seek to drown the pains of your own making.

Ah little sister, how I miss her.

And I wonder if you are in there somewhere

because in my dreams I feel you

and you feel
like an empty shell.

Your brother tells me you killed her,

my beloved little sister

the first time you slid a needle into your veins

in an effort to avoid the pain

of being human.

Little sister of mine

I see you in my dreams

and there I feel only that void

the emptiness that resides

where you used to be.

Somewhere along the way

you forgot what it means to love

your life became a web of lies

and I told you I was done.

Once sweet little sister of mine,

I am done with your false lines
and so I cut our ties

yet

I will still be there next time

ignoring your web of lies

as you bleed on the hospital floors

for what you thought was love.