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"You are one in a million."                                             - Then you realize                                                that means there must be                                                THOUSANDS Just.                                Like.                                                                      You. So you worry, You fret, You wonder What it takes to stand                                                                                                          apart. Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise. U do thingz you can never 4get;                                                                                      All just to be                                                                                                             original. You write and profess about matters you hardly understand. You torture yourself to s            t              r             e              t                c                      h your limits. You educate yourself So to think Like no one el$e ha$. You adopt strange habits In fluctuating,                                                                                             foreign                                           accommodations. Then you                                   r                  m                                         e                                                u                             l                           c                                           b when it all                    slips...                                                                                                                                  You almost feel                                                                                              Original.                                                                             ...away...         You change your name, Take on a new identity- One like they've never seen. Bleach your personality And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair- Garishly placed among a black and white world- While inhaling toxic fantasies That suffocate- No, wait, perhaps they liberate- Those things that make you feel alive and unique.                                                                                          You are the Original. You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl. But you can't shake this ominous feeling:                                          You've become unoriginal
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
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"You are one in a million."                                             - Then you realize                                                that means there must be                                                THOUSANDS Just.                                Like.                                                                      You. So you worry, You fret, You wonder What it takes to stand                                                                                                          apart. Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise. U do thingz you can never 4get;                                                                                      All just to be                                                                                                             original. You write and profess about matters you hardly understand. You torture yourself to s            t              r             e              t                c                      h your limits. You educate yourself So to think Like no one el$e ha$. You adopt strange habits In fluctuating,                                                                                             foreign                                           accommodations. Then you                                   r                  m                                         e                                                u                             l                           c                                           b when it all                    slips...                                                                                                                                  You almost feel                                                                                              Original.                                                                             ...away...         You change your name, Take on a new identity- One like they've never seen. Bleach your personality And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair- Garishly placed among a black and white world- While inhaling toxic fantasies That suffocate- No, wait, perhaps they liberate- Those things that make you feel alive and unique.                                                                                          You are the Original. You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl. But you can't shake this ominous feeling:                                          You've become unoriginal
This is why I hand-write my works first....
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
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