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Nov 2014
What are we really?
Just graves stones?
Just our names?

Are we piles of dust before we are born?
Is doom our only joy?
Are we just a piece of puzzle long forgotten?

I like to believe we are more.
I like to believe I'm here for something.
I like to believe anything.

But really, I feel my insignificance instead.
Sam Kirby
Written by
Sam Kirby  Union, KY
(Union, KY)   
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