Dead twin

I tell X I think some malevolent spirit must have visited me in the womb, a bad ghost. I can feel it now, I say, is it you? Something went wrong somewhere, I say, probably as far back as the womb. You slipped out of the womb with me, didn’t you? Or maybe you slipped into the womb, grew with me, then slipped back out with me and died. That’s why you’re still here, like a dead twin, that’s why I can’t get rid of you, I say.


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