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Dear Denise

 The day my twin sister died, her last words were "Stop crying fool!, I'll get better"

Yet I stood helplessly beside her body and watched as life left her


Loud screams were heard in the ward and my relatives must have cried a river

But I didn't cry 'cos she said she was going to get better and I believed her


At her burial I kept screaming at the casket "You liar, you promised"

And "Please don't let them take you away from me Denise"


'Old people are wise' so I asked my Grandma what it felt like to die 

She glanced at me with pity and I could see the tears in her eyes


She said "Alive, You are loved as a person and when you die, as a memory"

I didn't understand her but now the image she was painting is getting less blurry


"Dear Denise, ever since you left, you took a piece of me with you

I'm no more strong like I used to be, I can't even bear to say adieu


Grandma said you are gone forever and I keep hoping she don't mean it

We always talked about the future together not knowing you won't be in it


Today I stumbled upon pictures of your dazzling smiling face

And for some moments, I escaped to a serene happy place


It's hard to say goodbye this way, my sister, my everything, my best friend

It will only be a matter of time before we'll get to be together again




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