terminally unique

How unique am I?
When the product dissatisfies
When the project just up and dies
When the object of my desires
tells me my time has expired
When the last of my stash is nothing but ash
When I’ve set all my bridges on fire
When I haven’t a hand or a plan
When I’m lost in a strange, hostile land
When I no longer believe that I can
understand how to try
How unique am I?
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