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a glimpse of hope,

a voice that speaks the same language,

finally.

siblings, as if misadventure was our mother.

bound by cords of pain and twists of fate.

she speaks and my own words seem to leave her mouth.

a different pain but the same ache,

a different pain but the same helplessness,

a different pain but the same anger,

a different journey,

but the same pain.