I described myself like a pencil. I'm writing my own life story. Yet everything I do could be easily undone. Erased.
As one single human out of all those other people, my mark left here is tiny and trivial. More Like an inadequate pencil marking that rubs off over time and becomes forgotten. Unknown.
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