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This is an old piece of writing, and I don't remember writing it.

I met the strangest man today. He was dressed in a white lab coat, and he had a face like that falling sensation that jolts you awake when you're trying to fall asleep.

Still up.

I feel the weight

That the dark puts on me.

I try to drown it with lamp light:

Gets worse.

I've been thinking, 

that my little brother- 

is just an illusion created by my mind. 

And it's because 

I don't get how somebody, 

like him, 

so sweet, 

Your wings kissed my poor fingertips

A weak farewell–

Descend your might to God’s Hand, and blow me the moon.

It has been written with His Pen–Fate blesses 

You,

my mirror,

my other half,

my dark side.

We look the same.

But in no way are we alike.

We're like two halves, 

of the same coin.

But you-

are my worst regret.