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Aug 2015
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Constantly in question
So much time people invest in
Searching for something more
Knowledge of something to live for
Does it do more harm then good
To search for something not understood
Is it just a mask we wear
Because of unknown, endless fear
Is love real
Is it even something we feel
If not, what is my purpose?
If so, who must've done this on purpose?
Written by
jtk  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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