Sister, how long it has taken to speak. 

So much to ask, so much to question?

Did you ever conquer what made you so weak?

Has this new life overthrown aggression?

I hope this new life is anything but bleak. 

I hope he won't bring you to confession.

Just like I, I hope his love never goes weak.

You never have to come back-Love, Concession. 


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