Andi014

There really isn't a definition of me because I am two not one, you see she is a kind, outgoing friend who is loved by many and will never end she can handle anything she'll make it through she deals with everything she's one of the few but she's just my reflection not a girl I know she replaces me each day puts on one hell of a show she'll joke around can always make you smile but something shows through every once in a while if you look closer in her eyes you'll see a struggling child that's the real me hidden deep inside behind the fake mask finding me is quite the task I live alone confused and lost I want