We are told that we're unique
as if it's a good thing-
a blessing.
But then,
when our hearts are broken,
we feel so, so alone.
Because we can't find a single soul
that is jus like us.
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Maybe Mondegreen
Poetry"Her night was wasted away on people who live in the day" Free verse, word spill. Poems from a teenage girl about heartbreak, love, sadness, and hope. [[COMPLETED]]
