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Why do You Exist


Your purpose in life was never important.

Your passions never were there 

Your ambitious were never known

Your aspiration never had a voice in your mind

 

Love was never introduced to you

Honor wasn't there

Respect was never in the picture 

You never had it so you never showed it 

 

They see the shame of your parents in your face 

They see the coldness in your soul's windows

They see the absence of your mind as you careless act like you're the only soul in the world........

If you could find it

 

We hear your story and cry

We hear your pain and wonder

We hear your screams and know

 

I felt sorrow and cast it away

I never thought I could understand your life and I never did 

I wish you the best and know it means nothing to a lowlife like you.

 

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