I don't know.
At this point I don't know.
I don't know the purpose of myself.
The purpose of anything.
I don't know why jealousy has to exist.
I don't know why clingyness has to exist.
We never truly know why so many horrible things exist.
Yet they do.
We are all our own person.
Yet I am the most certain.
I don't know my purpose.
I don't know it at all.
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Lost Poems
PoetryThese are all a collection of poems and thoughts I have written so please don't take them as I have written them from my own personal experiences.
