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Jan 1
Tell me my purpose
If I was dead before I was born,
And will die when I am dead.

If death is immortal,
Eternal,
Necessary;
Yet life is frail,
Conditional,
Temporary.

Tell me why I am here
In my joy,
My fury,
My agony.

I suffer,
I change.
I am pushed to my limits and beyond
Burdened with freedom and empathy.

Tell me why I feel such emotions
That last
And alas
Here I am
Triumphant.

This is why I’m here.
This is why you’re here.

So
β€œGive me hell,
Give me heaven,
All your visions of life.”
Sabika H
Written by
Sabika H  20/London
(20/London)   
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   Umwari uwera and Sue Collins
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