if I were a carbon copy of you, maybe you would love me more
Considering those are your favorite types of people: ones that look, act, and think like you
But unfortunately, I have learned to love myself without having to reprint a version of myself that can go in the pile of pages everyone else is joining
So when you crumble me up like a piece of paper and throw me in the trash, I’ll just straighten myself out and let you repeat the printing process with your next one
or at least until you run out of ink

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