Punctured wound

I think of you all the time mei, whenever I'm sad and whenever I'm not. You've become a part of my new state of mind - I don't know what to call it yet. I've always been a whiny sis especially when I'm hurt. If you're still around, you'll know how to comfort me. I miss having you fussing over me :'(

I miss those times when you sponge me during my fever and took care of me when I was going through a rough breakup. You mothered me and showed me what a great mother you'd someday make.

My heart is torn, punctured by your demise. Like the wound on my palm...
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