Morgan
Look. Look how easily you replaced me. Look. Look at her - blonde hair, blue eyes She's me, isn't she? Look at her - Same smile, same drive She's me, isn't she? Look. Look how easily you replaced me. your friend. Your sister -You've replaced me. Look. One fight, two fights - you've replaced me. Look. Look. Look at her. She's like me, isn't she? She doesn't have my laugh, she doesn't have my mind. But did you like my thoughts, my soul? Look. Looked at her, she's not messed up like me. You don't hear her cry; You don't watch her bleed. Look. Look at me... But you won't even look at me. You won't cross my eye. Why do I hide? You. You did this, crossed the point of no return. Who could continue? Who could blame. But Look. Look at You.
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