My Story
I sense that there are stories
Bigger and more grand
than I can comprehend
That I'm a part of somehow
But I only see this
Cooking my lunch
Clipping my nails
Thinking of unpaid bills
And unwashed dishes
Feeling smaller still
With no heroic deeds
Just living my life
Utterly normal indeed
Is this my story?
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