"You are the flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood."
You and I?
We are one in the same.
Yet We are both and neither.Our feet dance at the beat of the same drum.
Yet our hands tremble at the sight of each other.
You are my own but not mine.
My closest friend.
My worst enemy.Aren't we one?
Why do you fear me?
Are you the friend that sticks closer than a brother?
Or the fool I am not meant to walk with?
I cannot run nor hide from you.
You are like my shadow, never far behind but never too close.
You dance in the darkness yet I laugh in the light.I seek your presence when I am alone.
You keep me company.
Though we never shook hands, you are like a hug.A hug too tight...
you force your scent to cling to me.
Oh how I long to rid myself of you.
I scrub, rinse and pray to purify.
But the smell lingers.Who are you?
My closest enemy.
My worst friend.
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Tales From A Statistic.
Teen Fiction"I'm the one your mother told you not to be like. . ." "The one who died in vain." "The one with no way out" "The rose that wilted."