Twila, I'm here with you, just look over, reach out, and grab my hand, hold it tight, because we will fall again, but don't you ever forget that I love you, and I will always be next to you.
I'm not a poet, like T. I'm not even sure that is a poem. But it's what I wrote. It has more meaning than you think: Twila is so scared of heights, that swinging frightens her. (don't tell her I told you that, or this:) She cries when she goes on ferris wheels, yet FNAF doesn't make her blink. Twila may or may not have a twitter account, that you may or may not be able to find. Here's a fun fact: I've loved art my whole life. I also have loved making it my whole life. Twila has always hated art (until 4 months ago) Twila never liked making art, and once even quit art class because "It's too hard, and I am terribile at art. There is no reason I should ever need to know how to draw a horse" Then, 4 months ago she changed. I've had a 12 year headstart on art, and all I can draw is a black shape? I must have the most talented sister in the universe. I might animate this one day.
