My Passion
I've lived a monotonous life,
Filled with what I thought could give me purpose.
Pursuing so many meaningless things
Afraid and alone,
I sought to be different.
But didn't understand that
To be unlike the mold was to be
Content with who I am.
I found through doing
Exactly what I swore to hate;
The true passion and drive
To change the world as I seeked.
I am what I hated;
It is beautiful.
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