The Pebble
Ii'm a small stone in a pile of pebbles
I don't feel like I'm going anywhere
I don't feel like I'be done anything
I'm stuck
I'm scared
I'm lost
I want to move away
I know I can't support myself
I'll sleep in a shelter
I'm try to earn money
In the end, I'm just like the other pebbles
Sand
Dust
An irritant
Then finally,
Nothing.
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