It gone be hard to build another you,
Just as it was with the first,
I might never have like you again,
I wish I never lost you,
Especially that I can never find you,
Though you still appear,
Your words ain't like hers,
Though you have the same smile,
Your heart ain't like hers,
Even you hair looks like hers but
Your skin is less clear,
Less of the smoothness of her skin,
Maybe even your lips dropping more,
She might have grown into being you,
The one I abhor,
In her dictionary were few words but, after someone took her to the library, her lips increased in speech,
Search for her,
Like a killer looking for his gun
Rummage for her
Like a nurse in need of old files
Rummage for her,
Don't let her go along with the flow of the river
If sole there were a pal
If there had been a best friend
Dear you nearby her,
She's now her and I hate her.




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