There will be a lot of people around with the same set of knowledge as you. There will be those who can fight the same monsters you've fought before, and there will be those who can give the same amount of love you've given. There are people with the same loss, there are people with the same gains. There are a lot like you out there - which makes you in no way special. You're always just on the level of good; never getting anywhere near improvement. You're just the average, the middle class, the so-so.
But here's the thing: it's better to be good than it is to be better - things earned and worked hard for are always greater than what others achieve from a disastrous method of duplication and bilker. You've earned this. This is yours. No one can ever take this away from you. Not even the deepest shade of the night sky can steal such a mediocre light coming from a true star like you. You're a heavenly body; crumbled and destroyed to transform into a massive form of life and living after a struggle. You're wonderful - and it came from within.
There are a lot like you; with the same strength, the same wisdom, the same courage and the same knowledge but only you can use this for something better than the best there is. You've created yourself - the only type of common designed to be the best - and that's already better. Never hate being good, never aspire being better to leave the good you. You are you, and you are good. Not even the best one out there can outshine you. You are good enough.
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of lies and misfits
Poetrya compilation of random self-written literature from an emotionally stressed girl. am outcome of boredom amd invisibility.
