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Worth

We all want to be worth something; know we won’t become just nothing. The fear of death is irrelevant, and in our angst we become petulant children looking for hope in a sea of greed and selfish humanity.

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tori-gadney

American

Published: May 9, 2013
LinesWords: 638

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