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How vain it is To think me so important In a world so vast In a universe so full I still struggle With my smallness By making myself larger In my mind By crying about “big” issues That are but a needle In the haystack of miseries Of the earth And its doomed fields Of grain Of people How vain is it To look at myself And think anything At all
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
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How vain it is To think me so important In a world so vast In a universe so full I still struggle With my smallness By making myself larger In my mind By crying about “big” issues That are but a needle In the haystack of miseries Of the earth And its doomed fields Of grain Of people How vain is it To look at myself And think anything At all
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
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