Unique by Julie York Twirling on the precipice of delicious blue music, I am a spectacular star shining past the phony propaganda of playing cool. I tire of the ceaseless charades which insist that I suppress the Bo jangles of being an individual, uninhibited.
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The world insists on grey conformity and snickers when I reach too deeply, seeking the superhero called Unique, deemed monster by so many. Release the bruising-blue ropes which choke out my soul; let me freely fly from faceless existence.