In the twisted theater of copycats, if you dare to mimic the essence of my being, do it with a fervor that eclipses my own. Let your futile attempt of trying to be me be a relentless storm, a tempest of passion that engulfs every inch of your existence. If you choose to dance on the fringes of my identity, do it with such precision and mastery that even shadows doubt their allegiance.
But know this: it is a perilous game, and its echoes will reverberate in the hollow chambers of your own soul.
So, if you're to tread this treacherous path, do it with a fire that scorches the boundaries of replication. Let your mimicry be a testament to the intensity of your desire, and may the reflection in the mirror of imitation be a relentless reminder of the chasm between emulation and true brilliance.
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"I stopped acting like the girls who looked like they had their lives together, because the truth is, no one does..."
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
诗歌A prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
