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Nov 2013
I scratch the surface
Where is the purpose?
I call, I scream, I shriek, I yell
But it can’t be found, as far as I can tell
I am one, the world’s the rest
It treats me like an annoying pest
I only want one thing I shout
To find the purpose-what life’s about
It roars back “you silly girl”
And is gone like that, in a whirl
For all my years I look and look
As time creeps upon me, like a crook
I’m done, I give up, I can’t search anymore
The thought, no purpose, fills my core
I howl and scream and behold it returns
I say “my soul, my flesh, my being burns”
Youth has left me, gone as quick as a fire
So will you fulfill my one desire?
It laughs, “Too late, you’ve missed the purpose”
I scratched the surface
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   Stephanie and J
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