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Little Things


Sometimes when its late at night

I think about how vast the world truly is

I think of how amazing it is that my eyes can see color and shapes 

I think of how amazing it is that color is just something we create in our minds

I think of how much beauty there is in everything

from large trees 

to tiny rocks 

I think about how people can make beautiful music

or entertain others by just pure laughter

I think about how remarkable it is that each little atom in the body works to keep it alive

and then I think, why was I sad or upset, or angry, or heartbroken

when there are so many things going on right now to be perfectly happy about. 

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