my sister and i

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Twins are a bond that’s made by a divine stitching of the two souls, and then those stitches get ripped when you’re born on this earth, but you can still see the rough edges that belong to one piece.

– Oh, no! I only have one left! –

My sister runs out of her room to tell me the awful news that we only have one cigarette left. So, we share!

We sit on the closed terrace. The sun is pouring in through the glass, and the AC is broken. The smoke swims between us, and we sit in silence.

Time goes by, and in the smoky snake we see the trajectory of our desired lives, a vision we are yet to unlock. The vision dissolves in a minute in our minds, replaced by muffled curses from those who won’t let us outgrow them.

I have so much love for that girl. I think that’s the first thing that made me so angry so young – wanting better for her. For both of us.

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She comes to my room, picks a random book up from a pile on the floor where a shelf was supposed to go. She reads it some fifteen minutes later, confused as I had been when I first picked it up.

Her favorite thing is to use my room as her spare one. She comes back from work and takes a nap in my bed. Never mind that her room is right next door.

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Funny, this time, August has already passed.