We're all so different but yet so same. We have different thoughts, we love different things, we have different styles, we come from different families, we look different.
Yet all of us are the same, we're all looking for something to make us feel wanted, we're all trying to find our way in this world, we're all going to sleep every night hoping for a better tomorrow.
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the scars we bleed
Poesíaand in the end we're all just a frail insignificant mass of flesh and bones made up of stardust in this immense universe trying to figure out our way as we live.
