We're all replaceable. We're all a dime a dozen, re traceable. The ones who stand out in life can be lucky, or can be followed by constant strife. We all mirror each other. Our reflections are similar, but heterogeneous. Some put up a weak fight, other’s attempts are strenuous. Eccentric or plain, we're all mundane. There aren't exceptions. We all search for our redemptions, and endure many rejections. We all run the race. The only difference is in what order we place, and whether we cower, or stand up to life's face. April

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