Not the life

I live not the life of a thousand men, but rather the life of myself. 
To compare me to even one is to underestimate me eternally.
And to underestimate that which has never before existed is an error of pre-judgement that will result in you existing forever unfulfilled.

This poem is about: 
Me

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