I’m sorry I will never see you hermanito mio.
I’m sorry I will never be a sister to you, only a distant figure.
I’m sorry that you were made for selfish purposes.
I’m sorry you will feel the way I felt.
I’m sorry that your father is a psycho,
and your mother a gold digger.
I’m sorry I will never hold your hand, and see you grow up.
I’m sorry I lost you when I knew you where alive.
I’m sorry
Love,
Your sister
guao! deep, sad reality, but great
Thank you!
Besos
Beautiful poem…a dark side to reality!
Gracias linda! desgraciadamente es cierto
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