Singular from the rest,
In a life that seems to repeat itself,
As the least glamorous,
After which, you can def'nitely look back,
And thank your lucky stars,
That the universe had mercy on you,
Allowing you to define who you are,
Giving you power over people's eyes,
Letting them see your mind,
Recognizing in it what's in themselves?
That's all for which we pine!
To be open,
For others to enter,
To feel that others actu'lly exist,
And that we're all in this together.
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