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Why am I here?
An empty heart but an ashtray that's full. Laughing aimlessly when in a past state life was extremely dull. In love with Mary Jane because no one else will. I haven't found the reason that I'm here. Mom calls me a fuckup and dads not allowed to be there. Here I am with an emotionless stare. I haven't found the reason that I'm here. Is it to help is it to serve is it to produce or to die. No matter which it is I still don't know why. What is my purpose and when will I fly? Why am I here?
Published 22nd Apr 2015
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