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Sometimes I wonder, what am I?
Some matter, a spirit or just a simple guy
Why am I different from birds that fly?
Or any other person walking past by

My face, my nature even my heart
Everything is different than anyone’s cart
Brains are the same thoughts unique
|Why is someone Indian, why someone Greek

We are the creations from the same source
The divine, all knowing, the almighty force
Yet he made all of us separate
Everyone with unique destiny and fate
Everyone destined to open themselves a different gate
The gate behind which our lives await

Everyone is different in some or the other way
Yet we are strangling into the darkness of comparison day by day
Love yourself, be yourself, and live every day to the best
So that when you meet your maker, you may finally rest

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