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I am cursed as a thinker To be wandering in the cerebrum That in every small detail Comes a big issue To believe that something small Could possibly erupt the earth Is something extraordinary That grasped my deep attention A pebble Could build mountains A microorganism Could cause infections A bullet Could **** a person And a speech Could win the hearts of millions I'm stuck here for eternity Thinking quietly Though I am a cursed thinker The wisdom in my soul constantly becomes deeper Maybe one day, I'll share my wisdom with the world That even a speck of dust, there is so much to behold
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Small Things
I am cursed as a thinker To be wandering in the cerebrum That in every small detail Comes a big issue To believe that something small Could possibly erupt the earth Is something extraordinary That grasped my deep attention A pebble Could build mountains A microorganism Could cause infections A bullet Could **** a person And a speech Could win the hearts of millions I'm stuck here for eternity Thinking quietly Though I am a cursed thinker The wisdom in my soul constantly becomes deeper Maybe one day, I'll share my wisdom with the world That even a speck of dust, there is so much to behold
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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