I am nothing in this world, a dot on a canvass and a dust in the wind, a negligible entity and insignificant figure, better to be unknown than to be seen as titanic but later on be destroyed and forgotten. I am micro but explosive, I am nothing but yet I can be a great loss in something else. In the end what shall we become? Nothing, dots, dust and tiny bits of memory of those who seem to care. Absurd? Yes thats also me.
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