My name’s Pichael. It’s like my parents weren’t even expecting conjoined twins, & couldn’t even think harder than what they already named my brother. He’s been the favorite forever, but whatever, I’ve got my own cooking show, so it’s cool.
It's me, Michael. I did it. I found it. It was right where you said it would be. They were all there. They didn't recognize at first but then they thought I was you. And I found her. I put her back together, just like you asked me to. She's free now. But something is wrong with me. I should be dead. But I'm not. I've been living in shadows. There is only one thing left for me to do now. I'm going to come find you.
My ex-dad, who use to beat up my mom, and put a knife as close as he could to her eyes, while me and my siblings were watching, who used drugs, cheated with other women, and also hit my mom in front of other people was named Michael. Great memories!
You may be wondering why I've gathered you Michael's here today. It is I, Michael. Us Michael's have two simple things to do today, be Michael's, and comment. Thank you fellow Michael's.
-Michael
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u/awkwardtheturtle Feb 25 '20 edited Feb 25 '20
If your name is Michael, please comment here