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One in a Million

One in a million,
is what you are.
So don't worry,
another of YOU isn't very far.

Two is two million
is what you doubt,
could ever exist.
Not even asked about.

You're just like them.
they're just like you.
They're not special.
You're like an old shoe.

Unwanted, discarded.
The addition forgotten in hue.
But don't forget the other,
other identical you.

You

I'm not lonely,
Nor am I sad.
More rather pissed,
(but since crude) I'm mad!

Blink back those tears.
Don't show the fears.
Let them see,
how soft you can be.

When you break,
a big breath they will take.
Pick up the pieces,
soon the silence ceases.

Thanks for caring,
it was so daring.

Stain

Stain on the floor,
won't rub away.
Yeah, it'll be there,
even over the next day.

So go ahead,
step on it.
Try to it,
like a giant zit.

Add to it's color,
scuff it with you shoe.
And if you ask it,
it won't remember you.

Once it was washed off,
damn, it was missed.
It sat ignored,
and never was kissed