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heba saleh Oct 2015
There exists a girl with the same name as I,
A girl i felt of her presence as she also felt mine.
One minute shes full of life another minute just quite and sad,and when asked she would say "I'm fine, "
She and I had a lot in common
not only names but also the things we said at the same time very often.
She and I would lay our weakened bodies in my bed at night,
and think of all the reasons why we should exist in this cruel world till after midnight.
Neither of us wanted to die,
Nor we wanted to stay alive.
She and I learned patience was the key to survive,
the key to overcome obstacles and feel alive.
She and I came to a conclusion to live the same lives,
Breath,eat,pray,love and leave behind all the lies.
She and I were one and we were never recognized as two,
Till we were asked which one is really you?
I said "Im the girl that exists inside of a person with the same name as I"
This girl is me but has multiplied,
Multiplied into two to form one of me,
to give me hope before i lose my sanity,
This loneliness was too much to bare,
so I created her out of despair.
My loneliness was eating me alive,
that's the only reason i will be always scared to die.
People went along with my act of two in one,
So i went along smiling to them and confessing to no one.
Confessing that there's two of me,
The person they loved so terribly.
And I continue developing my high skills of disguise.
To them i was different in their eyes.
Around them I'm all acts of integrity,
only if they were in my head they'll surely doubt my sanity.
I no longer can write about her,
I have just begun to write about me and this will still continue till shes gone and finally people would ask me,
"what happened to the girl we once knew?"
And i'll tell them shes gone I'm starting again brand new.
Gita Jun 2015
Fellow reader, before you abandon this piece,
won't you consider this poem once more?
Before you leave this work to criticize another,
were these rhymes truly such an eye sore?

Here's an amateur at hand, a beginner at the game,
I have already admitted my subservience.
Will the expert assist the rookie today?
Or decline to be thoughtful and courteous.

— The End —