Not Quite Gone
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Last published Sun, Oct 23, 2011
'When I looked in the mirror all I saw was her; brown wavy hair that fell comfortably down her tall slender body, her soft freckled face and even her ice-blue eyes. I felt something move deep in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t do this anymore. It was all too hard; I simply couldn’t live without her. I had never spent more than a day of my 16 years of life away from her, how am I supposed to do it now? Suddenly anger washed through me. I felt it urge through my veins reaching every nook and cranny in my body. It pulsed through my right arm, causing me to smash the over-size mirror that sat right in my face. I merely stood there as all the sharp shards of glass washed over me. I couldn’t care less if it ripped me to shreds; I had nothing now my twin was gone.' i was bored its crap, get over it XD
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