dasalone-titi RahimaThe perfect evil duplicate, my double walker.
Mirroring my every move, a reflection of self.
Apparitions that sickly eats me, the extension of self
A ghostly double, never a completion of self.
My ears closed, afraid to listen to a confession to self.
I was once a clone, but I had no interaction with self.
I have no place for the stranger twin, a harbinger of bad luck for oneself.
I do not ever want to meet you, I have fewer patients for myself.
The truth is, only one of us can exist, and it is me the original.
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