I smile and shake my head, closing my eyes and imagining three or so more of me. When I open my eyes, one stands before her and the other two on either side. I rise and wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing her ear.
"How about that then?" I whisper, my head pounding with the headache it took to get all three.
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I chuckle and elbow her back, watching to see what she'll do.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt