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I'm in the car watching the things outside the Window Pass me by in fast blur of colors. And is feels like my life, Just passing me by, not really living it. just watching form a passenger side window, never the one behind the wheel.. And I Wondered what my purpose is in life, or if I even have a purpose Or if my purpose is Simply to be a lost, Wandering soul, never truly belonging. nothing more then just a sad story, With no meaning.... b.r.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
purpose
I'm in the car watching the things outside the Window Pass me by in fast blur of colors. And is feels like my life, Just passing me by, not really living it. just watching form a passenger side window, never the one behind the wheel.. And I Wondered what my purpose is in life, or if I even have a purpose Or if my purpose is Simply to be a lost, Wandering soul, never truly belonging. nothing more then just a sad story, With no meaning.... b.r.
bailey-rennae
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
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