Today, it's too late.
My name is on the list of wait.
But, you know what.
It might be too late, but I've find it, that...
which I've been looking for so long.
What makes you YOU, is what I have.
I can't believe I've found it. What makes me special,
It might seem to late, but at least I have it.
For so long now, I searched the open seas,
the top of mountains, the desserts and ruins,
for a secret box to tell me what makes me special.
Low and behold, I held it all along.
It's not on my app, the world can't see it yet.
And I'm waitlisted here and there,
with some rejections under my belt,
but one day, mark these words, the world will see.
What makes me ME, is for all of the sea.
I can finally stop searching, I can finally just be.
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