The thought came to me as my sister told me she was a unicorn... enough said.

We all know what it is like 

To be a unicorn, in a way

To feel as if our kind is growing extinct

Though we are in crowds of many

The only one left, searching for another of the same

Amongst the hunters that surround us

Who wound us for being different

For being special

We are each unicorns

In a way

We are not like any other

Magestic in a sense

In our differences

It is a funny thought to think

But once you think about it

It becomes somber

Because, while for a long time, unicorns existed

They are now perished

And will that individuality we each conquer now

Someday also vanish?

The End

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