Brushing Shoulders


As the population grows,

Every human being becomes less important,

Of less concern to the person next to them.

One day we will have found a solution to running out of resources and created more,

Our population will grow by the billions quickly,

We will all be of less and less significance.

We will all perish as we begin. 


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