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Truth
Shallow is the beating of a heart torn between happiness and despair. With opposing thoughts battling in my mind I am forced to sit and wait for the outcome. I want to rush in and save the dying but I am bound to the earth. Never has one felt so much pain and love and fear than how it flows through my veins at this very moment. The struggle is not mine; the pain is only for the one under the cutting edge of the knife. I wish to be beside the fearful and hold them tight, protecting form everything that can harm. Why now? Why her? Questions we all ask and have not a single sign of an answer. A love so strong from a bond that stems the ages is what keeps me from cracking into a thousand tiny pieces. I will lift these weights off if it kills me just to see her smile again and be in no pain. I find myself being selfish begging her to fight, if it is a never ending struggle, then why should I wish her the suffering? This is what it means to love? To battle with yourself on the decency of who to hold on to and who to let go? If I am to give up a sister, what will I gain in return? Missed memories and a tear stained cheek? I would rather be selfish.
That is it. That is my heart on a platter for you to view in whatever way you see fit. I am not ashamed of what crashes in my mind and I feel that preventing it from escaping through my words is an injustice. Call me selfish, call me harsh but I am not ready to give up on a fighter.
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