Sisters aren't born together
Sisters weren't forced together
Sisters grew from pain
Flourished in gain
Sisters wept through the bad times
Cried through the good times
Fought, hugged
Hissed, kissed
Sisters were forged from the heat of very many days
From the colours of very many rays
Teaching each other from mistakes of their own
Nurturing each other to the extent of their growth
It's more than blood, it's soul
Sisters become their own

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