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Skyler.
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   I hated her.

   I've stayed up many late nights, thinking about what she would look like.

Dreaming what she was like.

Looking in the mirror and picking apart pieces of myself that she might share.

She's prettier than me. My skin looks pale compared to hers, she has no scar under her left eye, her hair is longer fuller. I am of no comparison.

All she does is lay there, unmoving. It's almost sad how peaceful she looks.

I hated her.

I hated that she had everything I ever wanted. I hated that she lived a life that could of been mine. I hated that I wasn't her.

I hated her, hated.

I was jealous of her. But now that I look at her, hear everything that happened to her, I pity her.

   I no longer want to live the life she lived. Not if it meant I ended up like that.
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