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Poems I grew up thinking I was unique.,
But now I understand that im just breathing..
I would rather be a single gear,
In some giant machine.,
That serves a purpose,
To everyone around me.,
and its a little absurd.,
To be born with an expiration date..
To know that one day.,.
You will become obsolete.
Rusty and torn up,
Useless...,
I used to think I was unique.,
An alien of some sort.,
Waiting to be introduced,
To the endless space.,
But the only space Ive seen.
Is the one left over,
From this thing called love.,
You know...
I used to think I was unique..,
But im just another body.
On this mess of an Earth.,
