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A small owl whispered in my ear today
That my twin is dying
And I don't know how to react
Because I can just imagine her
Laying there, limp body, pale and grey
Weakness, no adrenaline to keep her going
I can imagine the gloss to her hair now brittle
Her eyes, once as sharp as a doe, now gone
And I don't think I can even handle the thought
Of what it would be like to see her the way she is
Could I handle it? What's the best thing to do?
Do I sit and ponder from others momentarily
On how she is? Has the illness been cured?
No, as selfish as I am, I will wait.
Because after all these years I've watched her in hatred
Now she can bask the true feeling of isolation and loneliness

Description
A small owl whispered in my ear today
That my twin is dying
And I don't know how to react
Because I can just imagine her
Laying there, limp body, pale and grey
Weakness, no adrenaline to keep her going
I can imagine the gloss to her hair now brittle
Her eyes, once as sharp as a doe, now gone
And I don't think I can even handle the thought
Of what it would be like to see her the way she is
Could I handle it? What's the best thing to do?
Do I sit and ponder from others momentarily
On how she is? Has the illness been cured?
No, as selfish as I am, I will wait.
Because after all these years I've watched her in hatred
Now she can bask the true feeling of isolation and loneliness