By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2011 May 24
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Different turned out to be the same.
Different is not so different after all.
Different is another finger in your hand,
They are not all the same length, but are all made of clay.
Different is just like any other day,
We all share the same moon and the same sun.
We all have our hearts broken,
But this feeling,I can't describe it nor can I explain it.
It’s different