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It's a war.

I finally found someone I truly loathe
and I don't like the part of me that hates.
This part of Amber does not coincide well with the other parts.
This part has no concept of the words
mercy
forgiveness
understanding
care
This part wants to shoot her.
This part wants to rip her hair out.

This part, more than anything,
wants to make her understand that she's a copy of me.
Twice.
Twice, she has stolen someone I care about.
Twice out of spite.
Twice she has heard the same mixed tapes I did.
Twice she has listened to the same words as me.
Twice she has seen the same smile.
Twice she has touched the same skin.
Twice.

If I see her, things could be ugly.

I could understand the Folsom Prison Blues.