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Sibling
Gone.
Feelings obliterated.
Compassion withered.
Tears mean nothing – simple acting at its most elaborate.
Soul deadened to all feelings but Hate.
The things that made you sweet and pure have died in the overcast storm that is your words.
The person loved by many is a figment of unrecorded history.
Your heart cares for none but its own image.
With the onslaught of your poisonous vocabulary I feel as though I have committed the wrong.
You are the destroyer of love.
The reason there can never be “unconditional love.”
You have torn me beyond repair.
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