i'm only a person, realizing that i may not be capable of any greatness- just a person living among people, possibly not capable of being the best- only a person constantly alone with his thoughts, always feeling like doing something great, or being something great- always wanting to say, think, or create something great. these feelings are false, as i am just a person conditioned to believe that i am, when, as i now learn of myself, i am not. i've decided that the only fate there is, is to be- and it is very likely that the feelings that i feel when smiling into a breeze, may be the greatest of greatness i have to achieve.Birth sign: Virgo
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