Why?
Why do we do the things we do?
Why do we feel like we have to in the first place?
Obligation adds to the why.
So does personal need and want.
But there's more to it than that.
That gut feeling of warmth when you accomplish something.
A feeling of righteousness that resides in a pit that can only be filled by accomplishment.
This pit contains the fuel to the question of why.
Why do we feel like we have to in the first place?
Why do we do this things we do?
Why not?
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(A/N)
So... this was written over a year ago, and I have no idea what to categorize it as but here it is! And a random picture of George because, ya know, why not? 😂
~Sadie
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CHANGE || A COLLECTION OF POEMS
PoetryA collection of poems written whenever I feel frustrated or confused or overwhelmed. Because beauty at it's finest isn't restrained.
