Who is she?

She lives the life I wanted to lead.
She has my thoughts and ideas.
When did she steal them from me…?

How does she know what I want to say?
Why is she writing my words?
How…how can this be?

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She’s penning my fears,
She’s fighting my battles.
She’s even walking my walk – look! See!

I smile. She’s…it’s found me.
She’s showing me the mirror I’d thought I’d never see.
It’s time to get out – it’s time to set me free.


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