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Jun 2013
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.
Michelle Nyamekye
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Michelle Nyamekye  Canada
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