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I was so used to the old me
That I wanted to go back to familiarity
And deny all possibility
That this was who I wanted to be
And maybe
Be released from obscurity
Of singularity
And predictability
Of some odd entity
And conformity
Then contradictory
To my ability
I plea
To find myself and be free
The truth is within me
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Anything But Ordinary
PoetryA collection of original poems and thoughts with rhymes of a wandering mind that is anything but ordinary.
