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It took you months, if not years,
to mold your favorite lure.
Little did you fathom
The untold treasures
It would so selflessly surrender to you and yours.
My sister craved it until all her bones were tingling, and her thoughts were a cascading mass of schemes to obtain it. And when she did have it the blood pumped itself into a frenzy and brought new life to her once limp limbs.
A slap across her face, a tear down her cheek.
She doesn’t know what to do, so she just keeps pushing through.
Alone in her room, determined to get herself out.
She won’t give up, she’s got the heart of a fighter.
