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A Twin We Will Never Be

A twin we will never be. I am who I am. You are who you are. We never grew up the same. And I am glad we didn't. No matter how much our mentally family/friends. Trying to make us be this fantasy twin. We will never be, we weren't even born the same month nor the same year. I grew up with my godfather till his death. You grew up with your aunt. Then that's when we met. You was claim to be my sister. I excepted it. Don't push your luck with everything after. We've been together ever since. They even dressed us the same. To try to make us this fantasy twin. Even we both did not agree.for we are not the same and never will be. We attended the same Junior Hs. And Highschool. You decided to become a drop out on your 12grd. Just because your wild girlfriend wanted a drop out partner Since she became pregnant at 10grd. You were no longer my role model even more than. I followed my own path.you found out my accomplishment You became a Btch ever since. You started reminiscing things from our younger days. As if it was a competition of who deserves this or that more. It's seem to me you are more closed minded than I thought. You slept your way through the whole family to try to make your point which makes me wonder if my son or his father would of been next or even our own father. For I know my own kind that well. I love my self more than to ever. never want to be you. Born in April, proud to be Taurus.and of course With a unique name Nagella. That will never match you. You are who you are Born in November a Scorpio and of course. With your name Ingrid common name. That I will not want to be. My sister indeed you are with your pale skin I do not want to match. But still you are my sister so let's just leave it as that.

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