Sometimes I really feel like killing ya,
for being so stupid and not understanding.
How can be so stupid,
and pay so much attention to distractions?
Can't you be more mature,
more undertanding, '
and less naive?
Can't you let go the thoughts of Emmy,
and focus on your school work,
and succeed in life,
instead of your relationships?
Sometimes I feel like smacking you in the face,
because you are such a bad impersonation of my cousin,
why must you be like that,
instead of more like yourself?
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