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If an accolade were required I am unconvinced of whether or not I would be able to despose of one upon you. I am furious and uninterestedly bitter when you speak to me, or perhaps even the general location I might at any given time be occupying. Patience is lost and irritability has unmistakably become an obvious inhabitant of a venomous grudge. Was it so long ago that i did not mind your company and you were reasonable and rationally kept? As unfortunate as this sibling rivalry, if that is indeed what this uncomfortable relationship has sunk to, I cannot or simply possess a lacking amount of grace and understanding. Why do you rise such a fury in me? A fury conjured without hurtful words or flying projectiles, but simply by a resentful shadow. No one but my own slighty misguided, and taunted conscience would know the unpraised and warped section of my mind that I have reserved for you. You and your harsh words and unmistakable perversion of good conversations. Even if the conversing requires none of your attention nor opinions on subjects that no one will deny you have no interest in. You decieve me, ask me to recognize the truth in your sentences dominated primarily by misguiding, torturous lies. I cannot and have no desire to understand your unrational thoughts or reasons for which you conduct yourself. Why am i so easily lead from my compassionate and amiable self when my path leads to you? What is replaced in myself besides hate and anger like a poison so rich with putrid death it would take a change so impressively great I shudder at the pure effort and large stride I would have to find hidden by a face refused of gratification by only herself. It is just a dark shadow of unauthorized guilt and fury hidden by an overly-energetic, laughter-filled spirit of a younger sister. a victim of sibling rivalry turned bitterly sour and caused only by herself...................................................................................................Pray for me.