Purpose
I wonder what my purpose is on this earth
Even though it often feels that I'm in a hearse
I was abandoned by both parents
That's when I became aberrant
My mother died from working so hard
And my father was an alcoholic who always put up a guard
A one night stand created a new life
But what's the purpose of this life when they never see the light
This life is me and I will succeed
Even in the fornication I will proceed
My life has come with pain like angels weeping over lost souls
But now its up to me to take over and reach my goals
I have cried many nights
But I will never give up these fights
I will be one of the most strongest women walking this earth
Just watch me as my humble ambition makes my worth
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