Here's the truth, I'm bothered when you imitate me,
Does seeing me suffer make you really happy?
Don't know the reason why you chose me, but I do know that:
"You're nothing but a second-rate, trying hard, copycat."
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Thoughts of an Eccentric Author
PoetryJust some random thoughts that pop into my head every now and then.
 
                                               
                                                  