special

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there is no

such thing

as a special

being

we are all

accidents

of existence

roaming through lives

we did not

pick

but

day

by day

choosing

to stay

must mean something,

right?

those little things

we do

which make us

remain

love

adore

grieve

with our feet in the soil

and the sun

touching our skin

warmth filtered through

the leaves of Spring

riches parading as words

laughter heard through thinning walls

silent walks beneath snowfall

footsteps

left behind

by an old soul

yes,

maybe

there is

merit

to be found

in that