Still growing, still learning, still reverberating.
And in all truth, I am one.
And in all time, I am insignificant.
And in all places, I am hollow.
And yet, to fill.
And to continue to be what I
And what I see and you see, a dejected soul
And that soul is but one, but insignificant, but yet a hollow filled
And do I make a mark on this small world made mines for the time being
And is this the case for all of us.
Peer PressureJul 31, 2019
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