Reflection
My other half,
my evil twin.
We look the same
but are we the same?
Scars,
wounds,
are patterned on my body.
She is everything I want to be.
Perfect,
from head to toe.
An illusion,
I desire.
A world,
I want.
Reflection,
something so close,
yet so far away.
My dreams,
she fulfils them.
My love,
she has them.
My life.
she lives it.
So what am I?
A failure?
I am what she isn't.
I have what she doesn't need.
I have no dream,
no desire.
She is my idol.
my dream,
my reflection.
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Silence
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