Purpose
Is there a point to this world, where we are held prisoner for our allotted time,
given no freedom that is truly free but more a fading flicker of flame. That will burn
out when the passion is done. What is the point to put your soul on the line with
every line that you write, to see thrown back in your face because nobody cared.
leaving a empty feeling that nothing can fill. Hoping just hoping that someone
one will read these words and understand the meaning behind their facade. THe
purpose for which they were written for and not just the reality that they show.
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