My Story

Is not important,
Important stories are being told,
Remembered, revered,
There is magic to them,
A happy ending even.
My story is not such, I don't cry
Or laugh too much.
My story is only black, blue, and grey.
Forget about me even starting to say.
I'm no one, hence I obey.


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