you'd rather have any family than the one you received.
even if it means pushing and pushing until the bonds have dissolved.
'and how large of a saw was used to cut us apart?'
now i'm bleeding everywhere.
'i'm not the twin, i'm just the amputee'
teratoma.
eating at my brain.
telling me we were separated at birth
telling me that though we are of the same skin and bone and blood...
we couldn't be more different.
teeth bone hair.
we're not so similar.
we're not so different.
i'll never understand why you try so hard to go back where you came from.
digging.
keep digging.
keep pushing.
and soon...you'll have everything you really don't even fucking want.
your ignorance is heartbreaking.
if i could take half of your heart and give you half of my brain,
i'd be half as sweet and naive as you,
and you could be half as wise and bitter as i.