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I'm a one person. But she makes me a two.
I like my food and she does to!
Mummy says I'm 2 minutes older than her. I'm better then it's settled.
You think of the analogy, "living mirror". Not even close. No where near. It's more like being incarcerated forever with an ironic loving bond.
Sometimes it's a costly reminder of who incomplete, human and generic I really am. Yes, she is special. But I thought I was. So why are there two of me?
Sometimes it's border line emptiness like a clone or army. To be duplicated. It depends on the mind I suppose.
Can't be bothered elaborating. Do it yourself.
I like my food and she does to!
Mummy says I'm 2 minutes older than her. I'm better then it's settled.
You think of the analogy, "living mirror". Not even close. No where near. It's more like being incarcerated forever with an ironic loving bond.
Sometimes it's a costly reminder of who incomplete, human and generic I really am. Yes, she is special. But I thought I was. So why are there two of me?
Sometimes it's border line emptiness like a clone or army. To be duplicated. It depends on the mind I suppose.
Can't be bothered elaborating. Do it yourself.
Presidenté Nash wrote:
> Twins eh?
> Hohohohohoho.
>
> Azul knows what I'm thinking.
Buahhahaha. Perfect.
> Twins eh?
> Hohohohohoho.
>
> Azul knows what I'm thinking.
Buahhahaha. Perfect.
Twins eh?
Hohohohohoho.
Azul knows what I'm thinking.
Hohohohohoho.
Azul knows what I'm thinking.
I'm a one person. But she makes me a two.
I like my food and she does to!
Mummy says I'm 2 minutes older than her. I'm better then it's settled.
You think of the analogy, "living mirror". Not even close. No where near. It's more like being incarcerated forever with an ironic loving bond.
Sometimes it's a costly reminder of who incomplete, human and generic I really am. Yes, she is special. But I thought I was. So why are there two of me?
Sometimes it's border line emptiness like a clone or army. To be duplicated. It depends on the mind I suppose.
Can't be bothered elaborating. Do it yourself.
I like my food and she does to!
Mummy says I'm 2 minutes older than her. I'm better then it's settled.
You think of the analogy, "living mirror". Not even close. No where near. It's more like being incarcerated forever with an ironic loving bond.
Sometimes it's a costly reminder of who incomplete, human and generic I really am. Yes, she is special. But I thought I was. So why are there two of me?
Sometimes it's border line emptiness like a clone or army. To be duplicated. It depends on the mind I suppose.
Can't be bothered elaborating. Do it yourself.