How the Echo Filters Reality
Humans act in accordance to a cliche,
my uniqueness is in delay.
Nihility calls my name,
existence is in shame.
Evaluating an enigma that have not yet have an answer,
curiosities are to be a cancer.
Humans come in all shapes or forms,
yet there’s an universal norm.
I am nothing close to remarkable, it is improbable.
Copyright © Hailey Gabriel | Year Posted 2024
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