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Today when I look at my reflection, I look like my brother and my heart breaks. I see the point of his chin and the curve of his cheek. My pale blue eyes are his eyes and my lips are not mine. Even the tilt of my head betrays me and today I am not me. I am him, in mind and body.
But deep down I fight to get out. When will my face be mine? Someday will I say he looks like me and not the other way around? For once, just once, will I look at my face and see nothing but myself, no one else, looking back? Where am I hidden under the mask of my brother?
But deep down I fight to get out. When will my face be mine? Someday will I say he looks like me and not the other way around? For once, just once, will I look at my face and see nothing but myself, no one else, looking back? Where am I hidden under the mask of my brother?