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2d
People often tell me they’ve never met someone like me
But they won’t remember me
I have to introduce myself a dozen times
I’m always someone else’s “twin”
It’s as if I slip right between their fingers
It’s as if my face doesn’t match my soul
Heather
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Heather  30/F/NJ
(30/F/NJ)   
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     Urvashi and Mike Adam
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