Who am I?
A little bug in this big world;
A butterfly with wings stripped,
Lying in the grass,
No way of getting home.
Who am I?
A needle in a haystack;
A sharp pointy object
No one notices until I
Hurt them internally.
Who am I?
A little beep in the midst of clanking metal;
I am something
In this big old universe,
Just a ping on the radar.
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