I can hardly tell this to you, my voice is so low. I'm feeling weak somehow, you know, too small to this world. One point in a book with thousands of pages.
Too small to do something, helpless to save children suffering around the world.
So why am I here? Eating, sleeping and wondering why I got this present of life.
Am I anything special,or just one of all?.. meanless piece in a bigbig puzzle.
Am I Something?