When children have to play inside so they don't disappear.
That tinge of sadness you recognise that it will never last, no matter how happy you are whilst living in that moment. Then it all comes back to you, you are just one of the many people appearing in another's life. You are not making a difference, as much as you want to. It's kinda sad, really.
I'm as ordinary as anyone else can be, what makes me think I'm special?
I'm special, only in God's eyes. But that should be more than sufficient. It ought to be.
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