On your finger place a grain of sand, blow it off gently so it falls back to land, look for that same particle search all over the ground, but I can reassure you that it'll never be found, Emagine we are the dirt that's lost forever more, blending in with all others that lie among the shore.
Reason for writing:
We're all the same regardless of race, sex, origin, and all
that society classifies as. Rich, poor, fat, skinny, Doctor,
welfare fraud, (etc.) it all doesn't matter cause you're
still a grain of sand.
Birth sign: Virgo
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