Why am I here? What purpose do I serve in this world? If I'm here to be a burden, then is that my purpose? No! That's stupid. Who would want that kind of purpose in life? Why didn't the Almighty God give it to someone else, give them what I have. But make their purpose better. Give them what I have because I don't deserve it.
I'm too ungrateful for all this. I'm too dangerous for all this. I'm filled with darkness. The demons took me over, I'm fighting and I will, but at the end of the day will I be at peace? Will I find out exactly why am I here? I'm trying but to know that all my effort goes down the drain at the end of the day, it's hard.
I'm slowly giving up, but I'll try for once more, to find my purpose in my life.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
