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Mar 2014
Sometimes,
I like to wonder.
What, am I doing?
What is my purpose in life,
The reason for my existence?

Then,
I realise I know not which direction
I am moving in.
Or whether I'm moving at all.
And in that split second,
I don't even know
What makes me happy anymore.
MalaiDaisies
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