greaterpurpose
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I’m an optimist. But even I can tell.
Our world is hurting; for some it’s living hell.
People are blind to the truth. They say there are no absolutes.
We’re living without hope, just trying to make it through.
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
don't tell me things about myself
that i know are lies
don't say that i am not good enough
when i know the truth
don't say that i am ugly
when i can see clearly
Is there anything out there for me?
in a world of billions,
what does it take
to do something useful?
to do something great?
i barely even know
who i am
or who i could be.
