lutalica (n)
the part of your identity that doesn't fit into categories

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we sat in circles around bonfires,
drinking radioactive fluid out of cans.
the poison seeping into our veins coaxing our deepest thoughts to come alive.
we're all searching for our lutalica,
the something that will make us stand out in a room full of strange faces.
we're all searching for what makes us special.

if it was that easy to find,
we'd know already.
we'd have already recognized that thing that sets us apart...
but we haven't.
and as the years go by and we find ourselves blending into the molds that were made for us.
we yearn even more for that one thing that will give us a name.
the thing that will make us unforgettable.