Twin soul

I have a twin we were born in November no one could see her, since she has hidden from their sights under my body and mind. Come and go, when all the vowers of staying disappeared, my tears shedded- she’s still here; strong as she was, I knew her grief evermore outgrew. So young we were, I could call nothing mine, but her (my twin). She taught me to shelter in reads she taught me no cry for bleed she taught me to be a lying narcissist. Bad or good, things she did forsaken or unforgiven; accomplice I can’t get rid of it, cause for good I’m her twin, and she’s my soul.