"Hi twin;
It is not the first time we are talking, you know that. I can not avoid talking to you, I can not avoid seeing you either. You know as well as I do, because in any case can not lie you, that I’d love not to see you. But I just can’t. And you are so quiet, so annoying.
I am looking forward to the day you stop showing me how ugly I am. You show me the knifes standing out, in my ribs zone. The black waterfall under my eyes, which I would like to take off my body. I wish I could not be able to see. Not able to see everything you show me, every single cut, every single imperfection. Not able to see my skin, which every day turns paler, weaker, thinner.
You do not speak, you do not laugh, you do not cry. I am still wondering if you are real. I get closer to you, and you do so. Every step, every time I move my body, you do it the same way. Few distance tear us apart.
That’s when we finally touch each other. My fingers can feel you, so plain and so cold. I cry, knowing you are real, realizing this is not a dream
And I said “Goodbye twin”

“Goodbye reflection”.