There is no-one in this world I hate more than that girl. I can never shake the thought that she simply doesn’t deserve to have a life. It is my life that should be embraced; my body, my kindness, and my beauty. She has stolen it all from me. She is God’s feeble attempt to replicate my soul and live it to the fullest. I will never let her do that to me. Because I am the person that deserves a chance at life, not that filthy excuse for a creature.
Listen to me. I am criticizing her, but that means I am criticizing myself.
We will constantly meet each other in the hallway, several times a day in fact, and I always stop in my tracks to stare deeply into her eyes… those burning, silver eyes so like my own. She knows I resent her. She knows I want her gone. But she never speaks of it.
Whenever I look at her, I take in her appearance: the long, black hair that reaches far past her shoulders, the pale, snowy skin, and the slim figure she possesses that seems as delicate as a raindrop hanging from a leaf. Everything about her, everything I see… it is part of me too.
I will often retreat to my bedroom after encountering her, spending a moment to look over my reflection in the mirror. And when I do, all I see is my sister: the smooth black hair, the milky white skin, and the dainty figure. 626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGTCjuXrxWO
She is me, and I am her. She is my twin, my doppelganger I prefer to call her, and I hate her for it. 626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLJVyOPMkp
I wish she was dead.
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