Mistakes

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People think the same mistake never happens twice.

I wish that was me, that'd be nice,

But sadly, I am different, yet all the while the same

And I make as many mistakes as possible,

With my stupid tiny brain.

And so they hate me, for I am an evil being.

But I tell them, I promise them that I'm not that mean

But even if they believed me, what difference would it make?

So I wait, and wait...

Hoping they realize,

It's not me they despise

But my Mistakes 

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