I use to walk with purpose in this life. I knew my calling, I knew my responsibilities. I understood the value of why I had to follow the pattern of society. Why I had to tap my feet to the monotonous sway of life, it was good. I liked it; I had purpose.
I've no purpose any more. I sway in the wind without a destination, no grounding to keep me and no hope to hold me.
Why is it I'm here?
I've no purpose any more. I sway in the wind without a destination, no grounding to keep me and no hope to hold me.
Why is it I'm here?
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