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Speck Of Dust

If you’ve ever sat on a railway station,

Looking at the trains go by,

People getting in,

Climbing down,

And some walking by,

Then, you’ll know,

No one looks at you,

While you sit there alone,

They just move on,

Form platform 1 to 4.

And you’ll feel,

All alone and unimportant,

As if the world exists,

Without you or your worries.

Life goes on around,

With or without you.

You’re just a tiny speck of dust,

In the wide, vast world.

 
 
 

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