My sister sees me - she knows who I am.

She knows I'm not the one to check on you because I really don't care.

She hears the apathy I have for you.

She smells the fear you have, the desperation of your spirit.

She won't save you because she can't save me.

She doesn't want to save me.

She sees the misery you bring me.

She feels the pain I will deliver.

She lets it envelop her, fill her.

She lives through me.

She dies within herself.

She loves her brother and believes in him, in what he does.

She drinks in the details.

She eats up my words.

She desires no one and nothing.

She can not cry for you.

She will not let it live inside her.

She likes to feel you.

She hits but not like me.

She drives you to me, to your end.

She controls you and me and what you will do.

She soon will become you.

She helps me plan.

My sister knows who I am.

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