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Mar 2020
Picture your world. I bet you’re picturing the big, fat, beautiful Earth right now, but that’s not what I’m talking about right now.
Picture YOUR world.
Your world is small, and mainly consists of those within your life.
You may even have only one person or only a few who are your world.
That’s okay.
Well, anyways, picture your world and those who reside within it.
Now think bigger.
Picture all the “worlds” in your area (maybe state, city, or country)
Picture all the people that mean EVERYTHING to everyone in your city.
That’s a lot of worlds, huh?
Okay.
Think bigger.
Picture all the world’s on EARTH!
We’re only ONE planet of many, yet we’ve already got a universe.
Lives sprinkle Earth’s surface like stars.
There are like a bazillion world’s, in the sense of personal worlds.
I’m not the only one that cries.
I’m not the only one that hurts.
I’m only one asteroid in this galaxy of people.
In the big picture, I’m a speck.
I don’t even matter.
If I died, most of the world wouldn’t know.
If existence was based on how many people knew your name,
I’d be nonexistent.
Now go back to your own world.
That’s not all you see now.
You see glimpses of other worlds just drifting away.
What’s the point of all this, you might ask?
The point is:
All worlds matter.
You destroy a world, you destroy a life.
You hurt somebody, and they’ll remember.
Even as itsy bitsy as we are compared to the vast cosmos,
We matter.
Everyone matters.
Small as our worlds may be,
Every single one matters.
We are not small to us,
And that’s what matters.
Gosh, that was long.
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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         Holly D, ---, --- and Carlo C Gomez
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