who are we? why have we been here, who
is trying to destroy us, the voice within or without,
sometimes i hate this, it's true
come to think of it, though, when has it not been worth hating
everyone around me falls, everyone around fails
i think that it's worth it to go on, i'm not giving up any time soon
that's for sure
especially not when things are starting
to fall together
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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