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May 2015
Why am I here?
To get a job?
To have kids?
To get money?

What comes after that?
When my children leave home
When I retire
When money no longer matters

Do I just rot?
Did my life have any meaning?

I don't want to be like this.
And to be completely honest
Im scared

Scared of the future.
Written by
Nikita  22/F/New Zealand
(22/F/New Zealand)   
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