mattering
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Next to nothing, my image sits still in your mind.
Still,
But hardly there.
Eventually a thought you'll bear
Will bring me into the light
The sun of day will touch my Truth
I write because I want to feel important
I don't do it so I can look sophisticated or mysterious
I know that I'm not an individual. I know I'm not special. That's harsh reality and I've faced it.
