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Little


I am a tiny thing in an expanding universe full large and small things 

I have a name

I have an identity 

Yet, I have no purpose. 

However, I have a soul, a mind, even a body

I have autonomy, therefore I can do what I like

But, I have nothing 

I am nothing

When I look around, I see hardships, destruction, poverty, and more

When I look within myself

I see curiosity, genuineness, compassion, determination, and courage

Perhaps I could make a change 

I could help 

I could learn

I could understand the universe and myself. 

 
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