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I used to think I wanted to be uncommon.

I wanted to live at unusual angles,

I walked on unusual roads and

said strange things in strange places to strange people.

I used to think I wanted to be uncommon

but that was before you were

a giant and a whole new color spectrum and made of stardust,

before a story made of we

lost its meaning,

broke into just two letters

made of soft quiet pencil strokes

written as I trembled in the center of a crowd.

I thought it was an unusual ending

so I cracked my world

and I spent my time

and I bled my tears

and I lost my way

I thought it was an unusual ending

but really it was just another clichéd story.

And if now, a lightyear later

this is an unusual beginning

I might just throw myself to the ground,

I want it to be

so so so normal.