I can't watch it! I don't want to watch it but my eyes remain focused. I'm wittnessing the fights, the kisses, the talks, the smiles, the tears, the pages being turned. I'm watching it all but I'm not living it. It's not me that's longing for his arms, it's not me wishing to be complete and it's not me reading the books. It's a girl with long brown hair like me, with dark eyes. With a thin gaunt face, eyes full of life. It's not her life but she's fighting for control, she want's to live with risks. She wants life to be on the dangerous side, she doesn't let people walk all over her. She has eyes that flick to red and she doesn't take no for an answer. She has every thing I could only wish to be. Her only fault is that she isn't me, she doesn't care for others, wish upon stars, smile, and reach for a better goal.
I am me, she can wish to be me. I can wish to be her, it's how we relate. We're different but the same. She's the devil to my angel. We complete each other in a way other's can't see or relate to.
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