20 setembro, 2013


I’m afraid to say we are not special
especially when it comes to
being special;
we are not even kind of special
nor especially kind.
We are not even.
Against all odds,
plain odd numbers
colliding frantically.
There’s nothing special in tears of anger
nothing special in fears of failure,
I’m afraid.


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