Sisters
I know we fight.
but not in spite.
but deep,deep down.
it is like a golden gown.
we do love each other.
not like any other.
all sisters have bad sides.
it is most definitely a bumpy ride.
but as I said you are my big sister.
and I am a right little devil.
you try to fool me like saying there is a ghost.
but when it matters most.
when bullies are picking on me.
you are there with the key.
to sort it all out.
that is without a doubt.
we do love each other.
but most the time it does not show.
and we are fighting like any other.
sisters will never change.
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