Someone just asked me
Why do we exist?
Why are we here?
And honestly
I don't have an answer
But I don't think it matters
What does matter is
That we are here
Whether that be for a reason
Or because of many many years
Of progression
What does matter is that
We've been given a life
Through one way or another
And we have to make some sort of use from it
I really think
That why we exist
Is an interesting question
But not so important
Or at least
To me it isn't
I couldn't care less how I got here
I just know that I am
And that I need to figure out something soon
So I can contribute to life
And make people better
This poem was inspired by my wonderful good human friend person yes ok
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
