Nobody Special.

I am nobody special.

No hero, no god.

I deserve no praise.


But still.

I crave it.

To be loved,




You may deny it,

but even in the deep, dark recesses of your soul,

you hunger for it.



We shall never achieve it.

We shall never be able to claim it as ours.


For we are not heroes,

nor gods.

We are nobody special.

The End

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