Little Things

I always knew it was the little things

The ones that matter the ones that sting

The little itty bitties thats just so hard to see

So small yet impossible to let be

Like an out of place inconsistency 

One in a million and yet its quick to be seen

A misplaced brick, a crack, a colored streak

its part of being different, its what makes us unique

Its what we are made of

Its all the little things

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