One in Ten
I'm here in line with the others, usually unnoticed. My twin on the other side, more valued, I feel. The pressure of pens and pencils weigh down on my daily--so much so I've changed shape. When decorated like the others, my paint always chips first. When bowling I'm the only one who aches the next morning, enlarged with blisters. I do a lot, but receive no special praise because I am merely one in ten.
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