she was my best friend
the voice in the dark on quiet nights
my conscience
my co-conspirator
the spark of light
glitter
tears
and blood
it doesn't get better
the tears aren't easier
this path I walk is lonesome
without my sister, my soul has no shadow
it doesn't get better
the tears aren't easier
this path I walk is lonesome
without my sister, my soul has no shadow
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