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i feel so small

 

i feel so small
unseen
 
a speck
a spot
 
not much
of anything
 
no achievment
no comparison
 
I fear what is
life as junk
 
sitting
on the curb.
 
 
 

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Nicola Beckett

Sat 7th Aug 2021 02:01

Me too x

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