My brother and I
are twins.
Were twins, at least.
But the only thing we
ever had in common was
our hair.
My brother had lighter skin,
and eyes of honey. My brother
was delicate, broken in a beautiful way.
I was not.
I was not delicately shattered,
but torn harshly.
Someone had grabbed me
and forced me to break,
and parts of me are missing
and I don't think
I'd be able to find
them ever again.
.
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄, park jimin ✓
Fanfiction❝WHEN ITS DARK ENOUGH YOU CAN SEE THE STARS❞
