Poetry

Purpose

I’m waking up in the morning wondering what I’m doing here.
Not in a sense of I don’t want to be here, but in a sense of where my purpose is.
my purpose in life.
I wake up searching for the answer of why am I awake
Why do I get to take another breath?
I’m wondering.
xoxo,
S.
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