I am Alice. I am dying and I am sixteen years young.
At least I get to die being you.
You inching closer makes me nervous. Embrace me already! I hear there’s liberty in you.
I lost you the day Hope flew away.
Stop breeding Misery, wherever you are.
You are me and I am you. Two faces of the same person.
You can stop the pretending now.
You’re my other me. Looks like a bad case of split personality. Isn’t that good?
I wish you mattered in this world.
I wish I did something for you to remember me by.
Seems like I lost you somewhere between keeping you alive.
This style of writing was developed by Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory