The Twin Life Chose Me
You say it's cool and you think it's fun having someone look like you.
"That's a miracle!" they say,
"It's a blessing!" they cooh,
"You have someone to share clothes with!" they exclaim.
Yet I am without an identity.
One part of the package.
One of two.
One of the twins.
One whose name is never remembered.
Never just
One.
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