How come... things that I want are the same as the things that he wants?
ah... and if I at last getting them worn out, he notices it and again, perhaps, I would be able to (again) be called as someone who stalks and copying his style.
let me out of this!
i didnt copy you, but i learnt what suits me.
i got my own style.
but...
unfortunately i have to admit that we got the same style.
sorry for the things to turn out like this but this is me. not a copycat.
even if i meow like a cat, i wont be a cat.
even i roar like a tiger, i wont be able to eat flesh.
even i have wings like the birds, i wont be able to fly.
if you understand what i mean...
hm.
okay. maybe you dont.
my point is... even i dress up like you do, spending all my money for such style just to copy you, it really doesnt make me satisfied. why? because i dont feel any pleasure of spending so much money on the things i dont really like.
if you know me a little deeper, im very picky. okay now that ive told you, im picky, choosy.
i aint born in a really wealthy family and whenever i got money, i'll spend it for what i like. getting money isnt easy and do you think that im very a hardcore stalker and copycat to just buy something exactly the same as yours just be be like you?
please. im not that kind of a guy. let me live and breathe my own way. if it happens to be that i breathe the same amount as you do in the period of 1 minute, maybe i should breathe less or more than you. a pretty good suggestion you would give me isnt it?
sorry. for everything, im sorry.
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