We are all dust, insignificant specks.
We are tiny whispers, barely a sound in the silence.
We are small, meaningless, and often useless.
But there is always someone who can make you feel significant.
Someone who can make you feel heard.
Someone who can make you feel needed, nescessary, important.
The problem is finding that person.
Because while they may be the most important thing in your world.
They are simply another insignificant speck of dust.
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Poetic Thoughts of a Disturbed Young Girl
PoetryI'm bored, and I decided that writing down these random poems or thoughts that I think of would be better than attempting to solve crimes or something for entertainment so... Also, you can find these on Tumblr.
