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dots.

Seven trillion dots.

And they say no two are the same.

 

Each similar.

Composed of the same substance.

All the same thing.

 

Like snowflakes, they say each and everyone is unique.

 

I don't feel unique.

 

I can draw.

So can anyone else.

 

So whats so special about me?

One little dot.

A speck.

Nothing but dust.

 

Like everyone else one day I will die.

My body will decay, and memories of my flesh will be forgotten.

Just like you.

 

Each dot is a dot.

And there is nothing special

about a dot.

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