When it comes to these summaries, I never know what to say. My sister was copying me, and the words just came to my head.

Darling girl, my copy-cat, you don't want to be like me.

I'm broken and bleeding,

I'm torn to pieces.

Can't you see?

You don't want to be like me!

Copy-cat, you sweet, sweet child,

I cry a river of tears for miles and miles.

Angry moments are majority, and smiles are scarce.

I cut my wrists and I pull my hair.

Please, my dear copy-cat,

forget what you see.

You don't want to be like me.

The End

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