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a chaotic gift to idealism
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i wake up today. i dream of tomorrow. i work to live. i keep on living. i eat what i can. i go where i must go. i pay what needs paid. i go on when there feels to be no reason. i do what i must do to keep on living. someday, i will know why... someday.
i hold who i care for. i speak to those i care for. i bleed those i care for. i dream about those i care for. the only things that give me reason are those i care for. you are my purpose.
i dont understand the entire point of my life. i wake up each day feeling like i have accomplished nothing... i dont know what i should be acccomplishing. should i pull off some nationwide mind altering phenomena ? should i lay my head back down to rest, only to wake again to the same lost feeling ? what is this all about ? i have not a clue as to any of these answers. i dont expect to ever come to any conclusion as to "why?". all i know is that, i wish that someday, someone will give me purpose.
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