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They ask me why I care so young I shrug a lie On silver tongue Can’t waste my breath On smaller trials Can’t stop for death, It makes me vile If I can’t help you, can’t make you see, can’t give you hope, what’s the point of me? What am I here for? Why let me be? I’ve more to do here Than hide or flee There’s so much I’ve got So much to give If that’s all for naught, why even live? I’m here for a reason So lend me an ear It’s not just this season It should be all year! If I have two shirts, why not pass one down? If someone else hurts, can’t I turn their frown? Is this not my purpose? Is this not my heart? Go mend all those pieces; don’t tear them apart.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
Purpose
They ask me why I care so young I shrug a lie On silver tongue Can’t waste my breath On smaller trials Can’t stop for death, It makes me vile If I can’t help you, can’t make you see, can’t give you hope, what’s the point of me? What am I here for? Why let me be? I’ve more to do here Than hide or flee There’s so much I’ve got So much to give If that’s all for naught, why even live? I’m here for a reason So lend me an ear It’s not just this season It should be all year! If I have two shirts, why not pass one down? If someone else hurts, can’t I turn their frown? Is this not my purpose? Is this not my heart? Go mend all those pieces; don’t tear them apart.
If I’m here, I’m here for a reason. If I’m here and I’m happy and other people aren’t and that makes me sad, maybe that’s an indicator of what I’m here for. And if I’m here and I’m doing nothing, what’s the point of even existing?
#purpose#gift#giving#spread#the#love#my#dudes
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22/the ecliptic plane
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
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