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She would have been such a pretty girl. She would have continued her dream of being a dancer. She would have a partner the she loves so much more than anything.
She would have been so soft and caring. She could have lived such a happy life. She could have been what her grandmother wants.
She could have been what her ex's wanted. She could have felt so much safer in this world.
She could have had so fucking much but no here I sit wearing her flesh and muscles while she is long gone wanting to destroy everything she ever created. I wish she'd come back I wish I got a turn to rest and never come back to this life that doesn't feel as it is my own.
I know she probably never actually existed and that she's just what I think some people wish of me but at the same time I can't deni that she was here first and that I'm merely here to finish what she started but in a different way. I still wish someone would come and help me cause it seems like I'm missing information about myself.
I don't like most of the things she loved infact I hate a lot. My voice has changed more than it normally would even with puberty.
I don't remember so much and what I do I feel despatched from like I'm viewing someone else's life. But for now all I can hope weather me and her are the same person or not is that she is resting easy.
She was such a fiery person and she deserves my mourning as the one who took her place or as the one who killed her.