My sister and I were seperated at birth in a small town hospital of North Dakota. The nurse took her down to New Orleans and the doctor shipped me off to Los Angeles They told our mother her twins had died but we are very much alive taking breaths as one, falling asleep at the same time, (Eastern vs. Mountain, of course) and sharing similar moments and movements like yesterday, when I was in my theatre and she in her studio we both had a sudden urge for a neck massage And today, when she rests her chin on the palm of her hand I will be doing it too. Isn't it funny? After all this time we move we think we love we live as one
Reason for writing:
NOt for Lindsay, but for Meg! (love you both though!)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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