Most of us say we are like everyone else, but that is a hard thing to believe.
Not that I think I am special, or beautiful or talented, but I do believe I am unique.
I think no one else thinks these thoughts I think.
No one else does these things I do.
No one else makes do the way I do.
This fragile dark person hiding behind the words, peeks out, looking to see if you notice her, thinking she is invisible inside of me.
When I say I am you, I must mean all of me.
Not that I think I am special, or beautiful or talented, but I do believe I am unique.
I think no one else thinks these thoughts I think.
No one else does these things I do.
No one else makes do the way I do.
This fragile dark person hiding behind the words, peeks out, looking to see if you notice her, thinking she is invisible inside of me.
When I say I am you, I must mean all of me.
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