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  • Sunday, 1:36AM


    This wasn’t crying; this was gut-wrenching, throat-aching, eye-burning sobbing.

    I remember that night when you were really upset and I asked you what was wrong and you basically told me all of your deepest, darkest secrets. I remember crying with you and feeling really confused and angry. That night brought us closer and your battle scars are my badges of honor; I face every day with a new confidence and perspective. I felt so many things that night, but within that hurricane of emotions was this overwhelming sense of pride because you had moved on from that and survived that, as well as sisterly love; you trusted me with your past.

    Who would’ve thought that I’d gain a sister at 1:36AM on a Sunday?
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