Nothing Special
i am...
nothing special.
i mean that, exactly
the way that it reads.
i write things that
are...
nothing special.
sometimes things work
out, and sometimes
they don’t.
it all comes down to
who you are and what
you want to be.
if you don’t decide
soon, you’ll end up
remaining...
nothing special.
i will not ask forgiveness
for my boldness, for
if i never stepped forward
and admitted that i am
nothing special
i would never retain the
motivation to become
something.
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