It's days like theses,
where I'm swallowed up in sadness,
that I question my presence.
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Will I be anything more in life than a sad girl with a fake smile?
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoesíaRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
