Whether it be the fingertips on one’s hand,

The tongue and it’s infinite topography,

Or the ring of colour encircling each pupil,

No two are ever quite the same,

Each crafted by some divine hand,

To be the only of its kind.

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In our solitude there is loneliness,

But in our collective there is a loneliness too,

An inkling of knowledge that whispers in our ear,

That we are a de...

Crazy that individuality is irony;

A collection of things

That, when combined,

Always make someone different;

Though, none of those ‘things’

Are unique.

Genetically, individuality is merely

A math problem:

Calculations, statistics, probability.

The you that is You is possible

Chiefly because of the possible combinations

To pull from—

Combinations that are at once probable

And Improbab...

Must we all follow like sheep

And do the same all others do?

What if I’m still single

At the age of thirty-two?

Finished school very late

Got my first job at twenty-five

And I was already thirty

When I learned how to drive.

Is there really a pattern

That we all have to follow?

Job, marriage, then kids

As if there was no tomorrow.

And if I’m quiet they’ll ask

If there’s any problem with me

I jus...

We all die alone

We must love ourselves fully

To find acceptance

Individuals

Society is unique

But we are all one

You must find yourself

On this path we all must walk

Love, Hope, Dream, Believe

Do not be afraid

Of letting your light shine bright

You are beautiful

We are all unique

Find who you are meant to be

We are all the same...