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A Letter 10Dear Poppop,A Letter 10 by sessyf1uffyism1n3l0l
It’s been a long time since I wrote you last. I feel like such an adult now… Though I know I am far from it. My hands look more like your hands now: worked, dry, and with slightly larger knuckles.
People keep asking me things like where I got cuts and where my bruises came from. It only reminds me that somewhere in their hearts they worry I self-harm. Or at least that’s what I want to think. They may just be curious and not really worry about that at all. When they ask, it reminds me at least. I don’t even trust myself… not fully.
Part of me wants to yell at you now. Because Christmas time is so hard without you. This will be our third without you… That’s the worst part. Without you. I still miss the sound of your oxygen tank and how you’d always have your handkerchief in your pocket. I miss that stupid wheelchair I would sit in while you would talk to me from your rocking chair. You were always good at telling stories. I
AbbyIt isn’t just that you are my sister,Abby by sessyf1uffyism1n3l0l
It isn’t just that you are trying to replace our mother with some whore,
Someone who, in my mind, doesn’t even respect herself,
It isn’t just that your voice is so high pitched and annoying,
It isn’t just that you don’t listen to a single word I say,
Ignoring my wisdom and knowledge,
It isn’t just that you take my stuff without asking or ruin my plans,
It isn’t just that you are an outright bitch and spoiled,
It isn’t just that you are selfish and a liar,
Telling everyone around you tall tales,
It isn’t just that you smell horribly,
It isn’t just that you make messes around the house,
It isn’t just that you don’t do the things you are told to,
It isn’t just that you get more attention than I do,
Despite the fact that I am clearly the better child,
It isn’t just that you hate me,
It isn’t just that you talk badly about me while I can hear you,