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i want to be the dot on a blank white page... the crumpled piece of paper thrown away by sheer misuse... i have no strength to be the ground, the earth, the recycled water. i am just the dot. on a blank page. misguided by a random mark of nature. the universe spins its web that contains me. much like the earth that shatters me. i live to survive. to suffer. to risk. to become. to be me.

nice, i love when people just write down thoughts instaed of making it poetry(allthough i love that to, it is just a change of pace).

A dot, nothing,but something........