I was cut from a different cloth
While you are all a part of the same old quilt
You are one of many
See me, I was custom built
Authenticity at its finest
Originality undenying
My inadequacies and insecurities
Are what makes me the perfect me
If they were never present
What would distinguish her from me?

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