help, something has been poured into the mouth of my doppDOPPELGANGER! I have been obsessed; this i must divulge, this i must retch and gag. I will never get to love her but it is a form of disease and it consumes between the tiles lining my forehead. My errant double! IWYTK There is nothing more to know about her than what you see. She leaves nothing to the imagination. She is not real like you and me but instead she is a mirror for rotten affection. Possession is the hand that feeds her but I never quite know her intentions. If she ever spoke to herself to her to me, she would dissolve in my spit, but I have heard the things she tells the others. She says: "I am your hilarious pffjsthgnasiI I am your jester made from raw meat. I am recovered from war. I am all surface I am the dress I'm wearing. You can resort to me and meanwhile I will persist I will become a nuisance, because I think about finding somethingthat would complete me."
I never noticed when she arrived. Without noticing I have been MINING parts of myself for example, scabs, pus, bile, saliva, and hair, and feeding them to her KKSJSDOUBLE which X was the only way I would touch her lips, and I watched my excess which composed her become the smoke of her every time, because I have my own infection. Because she is endlessly devoted to her purpose, I could never love someone like her. All I will do is branding from my heart.
Somberly,
ST.