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A freestyle poem on the ever so common belief about how everybody is unique. |
We’re not unique Not in the way everybody thinks at least No one characteristic makes us special We think we are the one person who can put words together to make beautiful ideas Only we can touch people in unimaginable ways through a silver screen Most of all We try to convince ourselves that horrible sob stories are exclusive to us And no one will fully understand But the cold hard truth is Everyone has felt life’s cruel touch It just depends how they carry it with them Talent isn’t extraordinary anymore And nobody has a claim on one single ability People don’t like to believe it We try so hard no to be But we are so common The only thing that makes us unique Is the fact that all these little things All the events and talents that we have and call our own Though so unbelievably ordinary Added up to make us And not one other person in this entire world |