As I sit here writing these words I question my existence
Why am I here?
What makes me important?
What keeps me from taking my life?
The people I know?
The ones I call friends?
The family that calls me one of their own?
Nothing matters in the end
All the memories fade and you are left a hollow shell
Without memory
Without love
Without guilt of those you left behind
What keeps me tied to this pitiful existence of mine?
What unknown force tethers me to this plane?
Everything withers and dies like the plants in winter
New ones grow but the old are forgotten
That's how I imagine myself
Replaceable.
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