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Purpose


 

 

A compass,

Swirling in the wind.

Without it, I am lost.

I need a direction,

A Purpose.

A reason to live for.

Without it,

I can go anywhere, be anyone,

Do anything.

And none of it matters.

I need my maps, my purpose,

My compass.

I need a place to go.

I need

A reason to live for.

 

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