Purpose

Everything feels
so oddly real.
The night is so still
but my heart won’t.
The sky cried and
so did my eyes.
Patience is waning,
tired of explaining
my existence to everybody.
I wish to know,
I wish I knew,
What am I here for?
but don’t we all
wish to just know.

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