Loved at last

She wanted to be loved, but didn’t
know how to be loving, only how to
be evil and deceptive – an intriguer
who slandered those whose love
she craved for.

It is my oldest sister – she died last
night. Not loved in life, sometimes
even hated for her deeds – but as
dead, she’s mourned. Loved at last.



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