I hate how I really feel like that sometimes. How I feel like if I'd never existed it wouldn't mean anything. I just take up space and air. Like a balloon without the plastic.
But, if we're completely honest, it would make a difference. To a mom or a dad, a brother or sister, a distant friend, or if nothing else, the thoughts in our own heads.
A great man once said, "No one sees the world the way you do; if you don't show us what you see, then we'll never know."
From the most unexpected places. May the light hit where it must
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