I read a book last night.
About a girl named Rhea,
Who put up a great fight.
But she lost either way.
And then I thought to myself.

"Wow her name is my name just that she has an H and I don't, but her name is my name.
Our personalities are the same.
Her pain was mine just that hers was more defined.
Entangled with horrendous secrets.
Its like our pain was intertwined"

I thought so much about this fictional character. She made me cry and then further broke my heart.
It then hit me.

"That girl is me"