about me

We have different thoughts

and we say different things

but are we really different? 

We have the same body parts

and we have a brilliant mind

and we all have been a baby. 

Are we really different? 

They make me feel different.

I know that I am unique

and I know that I am special

and I know that I am different. 

They seem to think that different is bad 

but others think that it is good. 

My friends are the ones that think its good.

The End

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