9/19/2020
Wrote this because I feel so unwanted. Yay.
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Life is a promise,
Death its fulfillment.
But where is the purpose
Of such an agreement?
This maze of choices.
Paths that go everywhere.
Is it even worth moving,
When it leads to nowhere?
Living in luxury
Only to go out and fall.
I know I'll never be enough,
So why was I born at all?
When everyone has lived
Enjoyed, and goes.
Maybe I'll be dead alone and forgotten
No one but that bastard knows.
