It went wrong he made another of me. I can feel her there, he doesn't want me to see. How couldn't I know there was a stolen version of me screaming to myself? She's also me and a clone of herself. This shouldn't be. It's hard to believe part of my soul is scattered in two. There are days I fight, conflicted inside. He mixed my DNA contaminated inside. I'm his Frankenstein, a captive in this body trying to get out. She's also me and a clone of herself. This isn't right that I'm alive. A split fraction of me, yes I do have a soul. Evil of a man who won't let life just be. Now looking for the other parts of me hidden in the folds. We've been trying to get whole. She's also me and a clone of herself. We're all just clones of ourselves. She is also me and a clone of herself. I am me. I am she. I am we. You are I. We are. This is you. It is we. Her and me. They are the I am and I am.