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Life


I ask myself

Why all these things in life, matter.

What is the point in this particular life

What are we here for; What are we doing

What we need and what we want

What we should and shouldn't do

Goals and aspirations

Love and constellations

Is this life all for love, to live to love, to live to be happy?

I ask myself

Where is this love, this life, this happiness so many speak and write about

Tell me again what is the point in life

From what I know, from what I see

All these things are far from me

 

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