Her influence started small, but she caught you up in her spellbound following early on. You obsessed with her – the pictures, the status updates, the videos. All about her.
You wanted to be her so bad. It didn’t matter that I said you were more than enough.
Coming home one day to find her in the house – you as her look-alike – shouldn’t have surprised me. But it did. Not a trace of you remained in her face.
She didn’t spellbind me the way she did you. The way you did me. You became a stranger to me.
I miss you.
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