Closer Than Close
I started out new
I grew and I grew
With another me not far behind
The teacher taught me wrong
I've been anxious for so long
Called a germophobe alone
Making movies with my sisters
Runner's injuries and open blisters
I didn't make friends because I had the only one I needed
Bad morals left me cloudy
Sometimes loud and often rowdy
A helping hand took me in
Now I'm comfortable in my skin
Thanks to the person who is my twin
Without her I'd be blind
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