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Had a sister once. Older, more your world than your parents. She used to kiss your hurts better, one feather-light to the corner of your mouth and it always worked. For her own, she liked to play with razerblades, said it helped with the pain. You tried it once, but couldn't understand.
Then one day the bathtub drank her up, and it hurt incomprehensibly, but she couldn't help. They'd fallen, and you fished them out. Razerblade kisses. It wasn't the same, but it made you different.
Close enough.
Then one day the bathtub drank her up, and it hurt incomprehensibly, but she couldn't help. They'd fallen, and you fished them out. Razerblade kisses. It wasn't the same, but it made you different.
Close enough.