April 29, 2011
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Every finger print is different
No snowflake is the same
People all have different journeys
Eventually taking us to the same place

Many of us wonder
Why we can’t all be the same
Sparing all the outcasts
Saving all the lame

I guess I am glad that I’m different
No one else out there is me
But sometimes I sit and ponder
Why I feel
Like this isn’t who I’m meant to be

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