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Submitted:Jul 22, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

It fills me with dread to know that I am but a speck of dust against the unstoppable force of the mind. To become something so powerful, yet to shrink in comparison to such an immense sense of being recoils me into awe.


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