And that's when I sighed and took a deep breath. I wiped my soon to be tears away with the back of my hand and turned back around to face her. I said to her, "You might think we're the same; but we're not." She gave me a blank, empty look. I kept talking. "I tried so damn hard to be someone that you wanted. We're not the same. We might seem the same, but we're different. I deal with things differently. I don-." She stopped me and grabbed my arm. (End of poem?)
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