There is nothing extraordinary about me.
I have not done anything worthy
enough to be put in a story.
I do not look unfamiliar.
I do not contain any
talents that put me in headlines.
I do not sound hysterical.
Anything you would judge a person on,
you will not find in me.

(but look into my eyes,
into my mind,
my very soul.
You will find an endless stream
of things you could not judge.)

Because i'm [not] extraordinary.

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