Why would I write something like this?

The way you change is just the way you accept your fate
Even if your fate is not accepting anything
Tomorrow rides the back of a sunset
And it does it just like that
Same old history
Still miraculous and static in time
The hairs on the back of your neck
Or your eyes underwater when you can’t breathe
Either way you are a person, like everybody
Any way you can get out, anybody
Either way you are a snowflake, oh so unique
Just like everybody

And we all read it as “Everybody except me.

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