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How devastating it would be to be unique So unlike the rest and abandoned all the same to be special in your own ways Kind, gentle, strong-willed, and beautiful or so you're told again and again and again Until you very much believe this is so so very much believe these things with your heart and soul only to be cast aside alone again and again and again To wake up every day thinking My existence is meaningful my purpose is unclear, but my life; my life is wonderful and see such brimming and smiling faces all contorted into shape giving life new meaning and behind every stare a silent wake because you knew in the back of your mind that plaguing though, persistent and benign scratching at your very essence each fiber of your soul that this would some day soon grow old and that you'd be left, abandoned by the very sun left to fend for yourself in a world that has grown distant and cold the same as it was so long ago yet, different to you who has been gone for so long the inner machinations all seem so contrite the pity you feel, you run from with all your might because you cannot be alone Because you are special like oh so many others you were special once and yet here you are, absolutely alone.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
You were special, oh so long ago
How devastating it would be to be unique So unlike the rest and abandoned all the same to be special in your own ways Kind, gentle, strong-willed, and beautiful or so you're told again and again and again Until you very much believe this is so so very much believe these things with your heart and soul only to be cast aside alone again and again and again To wake up every day thinking My existence is meaningful my purpose is unclear, but my life; my life is wonderful and see such brimming and smiling faces all contorted into shape giving life new meaning and behind every stare a silent wake because you knew in the back of your mind that plaguing though, persistent and benign scratching at your very essence each fiber of your soul that this would some day soon grow old and that you'd be left, abandoned by the very sun left to fend for yourself in a world that has grown distant and cold the same as it was so long ago yet, different to you who has been gone for so long the inner machinations all seem so contrite the pity you feel, you run from with all your might because you cannot be alone Because you are special like oh so many others you were special once and yet here you are, absolutely alone.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
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