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Jan 23
You
are supposed to be
my example;
my model;
my idol,
my wonderful,
my perfect,
my life-like-you example.
Instead,
you are my
opposite,
my don't,
my bad,
my no,
my devil,
my nobody,
my villain,
my don't-be-like-you.
What have you turned into?
What if I no longer want to be like you?
What if I don't like this you?
Well,
somehow,
I still love you.
Don't ask me how,
'cause I don't know myself.
Why do I still love you?
What have you turned yourself into?
Where is your old self? The one that I love, or used to love...
Masha Yurkevich
Written by
Masha Yurkevich  14/F/Playing the piano...
(14/F/Playing the piano...)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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