Speck

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How insignificant is my existence if a speck of dust represents my presence in the minds of others?
Where my impact is that of a single-celled bacterium on a clean surface?
Not seen nor heard, yet screaming in the highest octave desperate for anyone to wipe it away.
For when bacteria collects, disease is imminent.

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