Why am I here?
Why is life so hard?
Why is the world so tedious?
Why am I here?
Everyday is the same, nothing special.
They told me to explore the world but will that make any different?
Dragging my legs day by day waiting for it spontaneously to appear in front of me.
They say that hard work pays off but look at me, I'm still the same.
Why stay? I ask.
The world doesn't need me.
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