me
you
me
you
pick up, didi.
remember splitting one maggi at 2am?
you told mom it was me. it was you.
you've seen every embarrassing version of me.
and you stayed anyway.
blood or not — you're my sister. no returns.
you still owe me that black top.
i'd still pick you. every time.
(mostly my stuff.)
my hoodie. yours since forever.
the dress you "borrowed"
our matching pjs. never again.
one sock. you know where the other is.
holiday shorts, 2019
the one i never got back
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hold to tie it.
tied. no scissors allowed.
for my sister
by luck, by choice, by force.
— your favourite headache