I guess there was some reason for it.
Some reason that people kept thinking it was me.
Maybe we looked alike.
Maybe we spoke the same.
I don’t know.
I’ve tried to escape it.
Tried not to think about it.
But there has to be a reason for it.
And I would do almost anything to know that reason.
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Categories: flash fiction