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some nights it bothers me that, despite all the things i envision in my head, i have so much trouble actually getting myself to bring any of the concept into being so i can share them, much less make some great work of art that people will spread with enthusiasm and yet, despite feeling all so insignificant, the ones close to me in my life are comforted by my mere presence? so many critters i know chuckle at and share my low-effort silly things? i'm told i've made things better with kind words when they were needed; simple assistance when it was helpful for but a moment; just listening when someone needs to air what's weighing on them... we may be but specks of dust in the end, but undoubtedly ones clumped the heck together into a larger shape; the sum of our significances great enough to hassle the heck out of whoever's cleaning the place rather than simply adrift in the air the fellow specks clumped right up to me change all that i am, and i wouldn't have it any other way