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People running and people walking
People passing and people looking
People laughing and people cying
But they are all the same.
All the same individuals.
Held together,
tied together
stitched together
by the same emotions
like photo copies made by a pogrammed machine
or twins with the sme DNA.
Will they ever change?
Will the ever learn?
Will they ever be UNIQUE?
Exclusive.
Distinctive.
Different.
I will be me.
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