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COPY CATS


But how do you do it?

do what?

like, doing you?

 

I am sorry but i don't get it.

I don't do me, I am me.

 

mostly what I do,they do

what's the point of answering anyway?

 

wolves in sheep clothing,

 

damn, I like your jean,

ow, thank you,,

I like what you have done to your shoes too

ow, thanks....again!

 

but what's the point of thanking?

when today what's seemed to be mine, is theirs tomorrow

I thought it was always a compliment, 

them girls just fishing and copying the style of my hair.

 

og, 

what do I do?

there's really nothing i can do but be me.

they'll never be me.

and that's the point.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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