I talked to my little sister today
She said she changed her ways
Wondering what she was talking bout
she said that she got high for the first time
and drank her self away
before she had got pregnat
and then slit her wrist
i talked to my sister today
she looked so pale in that coffin
As i held her baby
i cried
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we talked to my little sister today
and left flowers by her grave
and turned our heads the other way
Her baby is now three
and the one she calls mother is me
everytime i hold her in my arms
i feel like i am holding my little sister
Missing her is the worst
but
raising her kid is the best
