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A top the broken home,

I stand defiant, 

Though the facade will fade,

On my shoulders sit,

Anvils and,

Boulders and,

Burdens and, 

Buildings,

And I struggle,

Wheeze and buckle,

My knees cracked,

My spine wracked,

with pain and weight,

I stand,

Or rather I sink,

My feet dig into the dirt,

My arms shake with effort,

My chest burns,

Like a wildfire,

But I hold it all,

I must,

I have to, 

If not me, 

Then who?

I am the big sister now,

I have to protect my family,

I must carry the weight of the sky,

Even if I can't. 

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