I'm the Offspring, Not Clone.
I don't hate them,
I just don't want to talk to them.
I can't stand them,
Yet I have good times with them.
How am I suppose to mimic them?
I can't.
I don't even know how.
All I can do now is change,
Not sure if its even for the good.
Be who I am outside,
But when I'm locked in,
I will be the person they want me to be.
Not their offspring,
But their clone.
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