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Alive But Not Living.

Alive but not living,

How can that be?

 

I'm awake and I am breathing.

I am clearly alive.

It's just, I don't feel like

I am living my life.

Or any life for that matter,

I'm just here on the earth.

Consuming space and air,

a little bit like dirt.

But with less meaning

and less importance to life.

Dirt helps to keep plants alive.

What is my purpose?

I do not know...

who am I supposed to be?

 

I'm alive but not living,

like wasted space not going anywhere in life.

And I am just waiting till I start living,

or till I find the reason I'm alive.

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Written by
michelle-nyamekye
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Published
Jun 16, 2013
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