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you don't love me like the others, and i don't mean that in the way that they usually do.i can tell by the way you comb through my hair with your fingers or the way you hold me when you're sleeping i can see it in your eyes when you make me laugh.
"Hey it's the twins!"
We have our own names
I kept telling people
But nobody knew us by them
I hated it
I couldn't stand being identical
"No, I'm Courtney..."
They'd apologize
