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Thoughts of having no purpose

In the midst of the darkness, I looked up at the ceiling while I was laying in my bed. It almost felt like it grew further and further away, until I was nothing more than a small spec in the universe. Maybe that's all I am. Just a tiny grain of sand on the beach of life. If I disapear it won't make a difference.
Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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Author's Note
I think we've all felt something simular before.
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