We're the same
Yet we're opposite
Sit around
Talking shit
Yet somehow we still hug in bliss
It's nice to have a sister
It's nice like this
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Opposite
We're the same
Yet we're opposite
Sit around
Talking shit
Yet somehow we still hug in bliss
It's nice to have a sister
It's nice like this