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Small impact


I'm small. Too small to make an impact, almost unseen. The sun beats me with her relentless beams of heat. The ground beneath me boiling I do my best, work hard against the worlds fever. The fight goes on for hours. I grow stronger with every passing Moment. Finally I feel my Impact. The sun loses its power over me. The earth beneath me feeling gentler with everything inch I grow. Reaching my full potential I won. Gave everything thing I had. In my back I feel the defeated sun wandering out of sight. See you tomorrow sun for our next fight.
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