I’m an everyday person.
A book without a cover.
A story you read hundred times before.
Nothing interesting
Or raises curiosity
I’m a boring song
Annoying melody
Heard thousand times before
I’m nothing but normal,
If not below normal.
I’m no body’s dream
I’m not even a thought.
I catch no second glances
If I caught a first
then I am lucky
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