There’s purpose in your whisper, it just annoys me, like
peeling skin from a sunburned blister.
In another time we could have been friends, hell, even
sisters, yet we’ve turned out very differently, feeling more like sworn
enemies.
Still, you have your moments when you aren’t worthless, and there is love in you, you can feel it.
Just
like that late summer sunburn that torments but leaves glowing new skin behind.
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