My Sis
Super humans don't exist, at least that's what I thought until I met an
Intelligent person in my classmate when we were just three.
Xerophyte describes our attitudes towards life. She so hot, she makes
Tabasco look like ice. But don't be fooled by her
Appearances, tick her off and you'll see my sis' fist in your face.
So trust me when I say you'll be famous
One day. No matter what they say
On the sky you'll shine brighter than any other star because my
Narcissuses are never wrong about life.
Must we have such talent that
Excludes us from our families?
Tao we try but never
Endure. We must choose our own path and
Obscure our past.
Rippled waves of thoughts run through my brain.
P.S. Sixta is my sis. We've known each other since pre-k and our birthdays aren't even a
month apart!
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