That’s not me?

True? I don’t really know about that.

You see someone who makes you stop in your tracks. You stare… that girl looks so much like me. There’s nothing about the way she looks that tells you that she’s not me. You know better, you know better than to look at a girl who looks so much like me and ignore. You wave at the random girl and she waves back at you. It is then that you realize that no matter how much she looks like me, she will never be as close to me as you have always known me. I don’t live in that girl, not in the slightest way. No use pretending, I’m no longer the girl you used to see. Everything has changed. Drastically.


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