Ordinary
every one is waiting , for someone to hear their hearts, thinking that they are special, that they are unique, if only someone will listen, but they are just like everyone else, wallowing in their mediocrity, thinking about greatness never achieved. They are just ordinary, may be Even less than that. nothing profound. just Delusional and lost.
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