I admire you so much, I want to be you. I spend all my time being like you, then get mad at myself for not doing a good enough job at it. When the entire reason I admired you in the first place is because you are perfectly different than me.

I like you.

And I'm gonna let you be you and I'll just be me. It's so much easier that way and I am so much better at it. The best in fact. The only one, indeed, who can possibly do the job.

Please be you. I need you to be you. I can't do it for you.

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