My evil twin.
Wow.
Look at me then look away.
Now look back at me.
Am i the person you saw or am i my sister.
Consived from one egg and one sperm
But there is two of us inside one human.
Meet me. And meet my evil twin.
She yells at my mother. Scowles at the baby,
I feel like i am looking at someone i dont know.
How can we live together, in this same household.
Raised in the same jaded world and when i see myself, all i see is a stanger.
My evil twin.
Now look at me, and look away.
I hope you have quick eyes and non-tired hands so you can glance at me and rip away my evil twin with your strong arms.
Ive been looking at the mirror this whole time, but i am just talking about myself.
When my mother birthed me, a single child was brought into this world.
But why so many personalities?
Half the time i recognize myself,
and the other half
I'm wishing
I could.
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